Paper Trail

What he gave me,
with my pen,
is enough,
from now to then,
it supersedes,
complacency,
and brings,
its own relief,
I can see,
I can see.

I Want My Sandwich Back

Saturday, December 16, 2006

What the hell bitch? You ran away, Taking my, Cheese, Meat, Butter, And spreads, The things, Of meaning, To my slices of bread; I sit, In hunger, This bland taste, Of bread and ketchup, Oozing pieces, Of iron tasting flour, Waiting for you, To come back home, And feed my soul.

Her

Thursday, August 16, 2007

in seperating selfisms, i get caught between, a warm comfortable feeling, something that i can fill, the insides of my holes, that seem to take, my breath away, this thing this beauty, something i hunger, just to find a way, finding you, taking into view, and grab onto, holding and not letting go.

something felt

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

tears and joy, seem to bleed themselves, out of pain out of love, i fear too often, of feeling things, that may drain my soul, of everything, but then again i want, i have nothing, but to try, i want to see again, myself i smile.

tradgedy of mind

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

to sit here inside of, all of myself, bewildered in unknown quadrents, of myself unexplored, i have to face, a trial to fail, somthing i cant do to myself, but what we are, alive as we may be, is all we are, no matter greatness.

Spliffed

Monday, March 12, 2007

Speak inside of me your clairvoyance when its best to be in control of me just watching and yet i cant seem to feel to need to break me free avoidance and yet its best to be out the understand what it is what it be just being me.

Stalemate

Friday, February 02, 2007

Temptation to run into something more interesting than self-reliance causes the trouble of the constant self. Pieces that fly to fall untrue believe in the failings of such untruth. Compare to this a piece of me, I know of something that will always be. But to take unto that item a falsified sense to seek another form for which boredom stands. How to compete the norm of things when all can change with a single word.

Pivot Point

Friday, February 02, 2007

These corridors. These isles. The turning points of men. How is it to be stuck between a place uknown and a place unwanted but welcome. Can the heart hold onto such selfless things when the things wanted so selfishly draw you in? I wish to have an open choice without the burden. But as life revolves, burdens recede. So unknown can be.

Selfserving

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

I want my coffee damnit. What patience concieves is never enough to fulfill ones needs.

Hmmm...

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Can one really complain about a near perfection? One that has chosen you. To express you. And let you tear it down. Hmmm. Frustration, really? Where can it begin again? By starting over? Is it a choice or redundancy split? Plain simplicity is not the answer.

Jargon

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Common Placed decency, Torn into, A repitition, Lost into your uncertainty; With all of you, Running it unto, Suspicious Taste, Salting Wounds; All the while, I wait, Wanting to trade, The vicious, Into foreclosure.

Simplicities

Sunday, December 10, 2006

To tread lightly in heavy soil. A thought amongst another hole. A being becomes a passive self to regress into falling further behind. And to geuss and jeopardize is a sin against the will where heart begins. A pain can be taken, a hurt can be drawn. And so far the wounds just carry on. And how whole can one be with places of empty space from scarred flesh to be?

Spent

Thursday, June 15, 2006

To see you down, I'll pick you up, And dust away, All your tears; I can hold you, So long as you need, All of me; It hurts myself, Through all your pain, To wait along, For your heart, To swallow through, These troubles, Gone away; And this patience, Holding down my tears, Seems to never release, With your eyes, Always saddened.