Close
will it
be the last
ringing phone
time questioning
over and over
will it
be the Last
Will you be
the one?
Venture
This cold unknown
venturing nowhere
speeds in shape
this process
clean and handy
creeping up
the walls
all empty
skirts
the ruffling of fabric
then silence
Dark
bitter winds
the cold calm
of a lovers face
made into a grim
and ghostly wail
Lock the door!!!
Monster
Do you forget
this strange beast
that comforts you
at table's end?
sweet smiles
all round
before the smirks
begin
Hood
sink
into the red
billowing cloth
of a child
music
mire mortals
vanish through walls
and cut women
in half
we never see
their slight of hand
alive
how does
one cast
a shadow
on someone who
has never lived?
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Sunday, August 31, 2014
Monday, August 18, 2014
Chapter 133: "The Plague"
Being sick; Losing my voice; "Yours, Truly;" Bubble bath; "A Nightmare
on Elm Street;" Energy; Pressure; The hope of "becoming;" Being hit on;
"Engaged to the dark lord;" "Keeping Molly" by David C. Hayes and Kevin
Moyers, which you can find at: http://www.amazon.com/Keeping-Click here to listen or right click and choose "Save As..." to download.
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Wednesday, August 13, 2014
glitter
orange
it nods
forward
pressing palms
to face
hold steady
bring
Measure
Did it hurt?
Fields of glass
Closet squared
the crushing nightmares
of past fears
blow by blow
beat by beat
inch by inch
Moonshine
Sip
bury the rock
deep
to the core
incisors curved
twirl up
through the cloudy
sidewalk
hole in my head
falling apart
the drifting shore
pay for protection
bodies
in the ground
how evil
the smell
Slick
stuck
trying to forget
the power
of the mind
wondering why
piles of dust
curving
high
as a roof
there is
an endless
supply
purging
purging
forward
feed
down to
the carpets
of land
there pours
an even flow
pull the plug
bend the needle
high
fuck with me
i'll show you
it hasn't been
that long
squeeze the hand
handle
with
care
bring
food
begging
for the dirt
it brings
such peace
across
the yards
of land
that call
I'm sorry
in sweet words
only comforted
by the wisdom
keep comfort
in the dwelling low
retreat
deep
into the woods
trust
remember
you were almost
put away
for a very
long time
make the most
of what
you have
right now
screw the rest
show them
what you
are made of
how awesome
you are
forgive
yourself
it nods
forward
pressing palms
to face
hold steady
bring
Measure
Did it hurt?
Fields of glass
Closet squared
the crushing nightmares
of past fears
blow by blow
beat by beat
inch by inch
Moonshine
Sip
bury the rock
deep
to the core
incisors curved
twirl up
through the cloudy
sidewalk
hole in my head
falling apart
the drifting shore
pay for protection
bodies
in the ground
how evil
the smell
Slick
stuck
trying to forget
the power
of the mind
wondering why
piles of dust
curving
high
as a roof
there is
an endless
supply
purging
purging
forward
feed
down to
the carpets
of land
there pours
an even flow
pull the plug
bend the needle
high
fuck with me
i'll show you
it hasn't been
that long
squeeze the hand
handle
with
care
bring
food
begging
for the dirt
it brings
such peace
across
the yards
of land
that call
I'm sorry
in sweet words
only comforted
by the wisdom
keep comfort
in the dwelling low
retreat
deep
into the woods
trust
remember
you were almost
put away
for a very
long time
make the most
of what
you have
right now
screw the rest
show them
what you
are made of
how awesome
you are
forgive
yourself
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
solid
wink
there is
a
break
in the
line
a
pause
where
the
lungs
stop
the
blood
beats
to
the
heart
and
the
brain
keeps moving
keeps thinking
before
the bitter end
descends
and all
goes quiet
Life
that reckless abandon
we call fear
press onward
there is
a happy ending
energy
I take in
all of
my surroundings
there is proof
ironic
in the atmosphere
that draws
all around us
focus
together
the women
rustle
under leaves
blanketed
by trees
on the
underpass
we drink wine
through straws
and talk about
the week
nothing changes
only the broken
silence
in the room
bends
speck
Power
the voice
rules
the world
spring
Flood
down
holy halls
bend and turn
in balance
to
the machine.
Eat
don't choke
chew
there is
a
break
in the
line
a
pause
where
the
lungs
stop
the
blood
beats
to
the
heart
and
the
brain
keeps moving
keeps thinking
before
the bitter end
descends
and all
goes quiet
Life
that reckless abandon
we call fear
press onward
there is
a happy ending
energy
I take in
all of
my surroundings
there is proof
ironic
in the atmosphere
that draws
all around us
focus
together
the women
rustle
under leaves
blanketed
by trees
on the
underpass
we drink wine
through straws
and talk about
the week
nothing changes
only the broken
silence
in the room
bends
speck
Power
the voice
rules
the world
spring
Flood
down
holy halls
bend and turn
in balance
to
the machine.
Eat
don't choke
chew
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Chapter 132: "SCAB!!!!!!!!"
Walking in the rain; Busy days at work; Why does your body reject
things?; What do we mean by "i love you;" Can you be in love with two
people at once?; Corey and the man with the car; The Awesome Cat couple
from the Lightrail (you know who you are!!!!!!); Watching a guy get
arrested; Going to learn to ride a bicycle; "Naked and Afraid;" Almost
becoming a "Heather;" My reading of "The Strain;" Sleep apnea; Switching
work schedules; The scab; My shout out to Andre Halfide; “Gingersnap
Press”, who you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/Click here to listen or right click and choose "Save As..." to download.
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Saturday, July 26, 2014
number
Decay
How the pestilence
begins
before the meat
goes sour and cold
how we drown.
Grieve
Day
how warm
the end
like
rushing silk
and you say
how sorry
everyone feels
hot pain
Alone
Nestled down
the curvature
of her spine
calling her
absent hands
caught in
the dark
underneath
layers of blankets
the night calls
crying
a wrong number
called
in the middle
of the night
with no
answer
Sympathy
They press
past shadows
that drift
in short waves
how sad
their endless faces
misery
that yearns
for a tender
touch
Forever
The glen calls
sweet nectar
honey from the vine
We do invite
Banshee
How silent
the ringing beasts
that call
with force
through
the woods
precious ears
do hear
their final
calls
Peace
When the world
grows quiet
Freedom
wakes up
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Chapter 131: 3 A.M. in the summer lightning and rain
A "normal" life; dreams; a musician on the light rail; a baby lizard; my
excellent nose; getting awesome compliments from my boss; I never
listen to my grandmother; Batman; Getting my hair cut; Manga; Adding
color to "Yours, Truly;" Wishes and dreams; entering contests and
submissions; Haunted houses with Heather Kramb who you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/Click here to listen or right click and choose "Save As..." to download.
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Saturday, July 12, 2014
Burp.
Jackson
I will miss him
beyond the words
of my own heart
Will
kick the dead
wipe their tears
molded by grief
the large brims
of black hats
caught in the sun
escaping wild
and free
from a
courageous
life.
Dune
Bury the beast
that lives split
deep in
the sand
suffer
the consequences
Stare
Powerful love
how determined
to keep
the happy pure
and free
from harm
cannot help
but
be kind.
Unknown
Your soul
if there is
a soul
if there can
and if there is
a place for a soul
where souls are born
and harvested
until they are
deposited
your soul
sparkles in
the eye of
the sun
and of
mysteries.
Halloween
It's not
It's never
a question
of how to
or when to
it's the relative
answer
that sends fear
down the bravest
of spines.
Decay
Press scarlet
all cloudy
into a smile
brimming with fear.
I will miss him
beyond the words
of my own heart
Will
kick the dead
wipe their tears
molded by grief
the large brims
of black hats
caught in the sun
escaping wild
and free
from a
courageous
life.
Dune
Bury the beast
that lives split
deep in
the sand
suffer
the consequences
Stare
Powerful love
how determined
to keep
the happy pure
and free
from harm
cannot help
but
be kind.
Unknown
Your soul
if there is
a soul
if there can
and if there is
a place for a soul
where souls are born
and harvested
until they are
deposited
your soul
sparkles in
the eye of
the sun
and of
mysteries.
Halloween
It's not
It's never
a question
of how to
or when to
it's the relative
answer
that sends fear
down the bravest
of spines.
Decay
Press scarlet
all cloudy
into a smile
brimming with fear.
Friday, July 4, 2014
Next weekend....:)
MOT (Myriads of Thought) taking this weekend off....will be back next weekend with tons of new stuff and an extra long show.....:)....:)
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Linger.
Letters
The flick
of the screen
patterns on mist
of lovely things
quite usable
over the course
of years gone by
what we adore
becomes forgotten
and all those words
things of the past
The Path
Old man
how I love him
he will
be missed
Trust
Hey!
It's alright
White picket fences
with tall green
grass
forgotten memories
it's so foggy
where he might be
some clear indication
an all knowing sign
from the curious streams
of continuous thought
tighter and tighter
it goes
before the balloon
breaks
Picture
I stay
seated at
an empty table
the rushing water
taking over
pushing chairs
and plates
I am full.
Destiny
There is a place
drifting seas
of wondrous time
how happy hands lead
keep sharp
young one
Madness
Clumsy
stall backwards
rushed by
the wind
a furious
disease.
Journal
The red string
caught lovingly
holding place
between the fabrics
of this world
and the next
while I drift
into dream
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