Category Archives: post-a-day 2011!

Glory Fish

Cold permeates and the year is ending. Time unfolds the outer petals of a rose. In the frigid beauty there is pain untouchable moments run through us as tiny particles reminding us of our smallness. My heart is full and

Glory Fish

Cold permeates and the year is ending. Time unfolds the outer petals of a rose. In the frigid beauty there is pain untouchable moments run through us as tiny particles reminding us of our smallness. My heart is full and

art sarcasm diatribe

this brief interlude pierced by realities ever crashing blow ballooned beyond your perception I become the ever present vision of myself standing before the strange altar beauties sleep whispers the willow’s breath soft and hurried words passed between the mouthes

art sarcasm diatribe

this brief interlude pierced by realities ever crashing blow ballooned beyond your perception I become the ever present vision of myself standing before the strange altar beauties sleep whispers the willow’s breath soft and hurried words passed between the mouthes

the return

The water laps at the shore I am lucky to have returned I once thought of my dying freedom in foresight I saw the tempest which would carry me I knew the time would be long before I would feel

the return

The water laps at the shore I am lucky to have returned I once thought of my dying freedom in foresight I saw the tempest which would carry me I knew the time would be long before I would feel

Gadget/Widget

the grotesque flesh parade begins and ends in hourly starts and stops the mechanism controlling this fatuous release of humanity down corridors and in and out of closed rooms seems to churn and clink in a discordia the arrhythmia anxiety

Gadget/Widget

the grotesque flesh parade begins and ends in hourly starts and stops the mechanism controlling this fatuous release of humanity down corridors and in and out of closed rooms seems to churn and clink in a discordia the arrhythmia anxiety

some pretty things

some pretty thing to be right in or wrong for that matter the difference is what? you see me the air is thick with anticipation don’t lose the lust you have the passion that ¬†fuels the desire the fire that

some pretty things

some pretty thing to be right in or wrong for that matter the difference is what? you see me the air is thick with anticipation don’t lose the lust you have the passion that ¬†fuels the desire the fire that

I am calling you out

After years of living within the web of your lies after decieving myself before I went out and defended you to everyone else after pretending in our plastic castle that the fires weren’t lapping at our steps I will never

I am calling you out

After years of living within the web of your lies after decieving myself before I went out and defended you to everyone else after pretending in our plastic castle that the fires weren’t lapping at our steps I will never