Curious to think that those from before would look upon the present with disdain ( Read more... )

This ain't the guy your looking for, kid. The bitch done run 'im through. Nothin' like a knife in the back to teach you a good screw. With pinstripes he'll sleep tight as Lily sings so grave. That white skin bruised purple lips would make the ground worship itself as the only thing that matters is when she walks by. Givin' a half chance without any ( Read more... )

See this plane, plain to see, it's gonna crash. On the plane, into a plain. Plain as day. The captain assured that no planes would intersect. Bits and pieces of the plane on a plain. Take the photograph

Come extinction. We're ready.
Come extinction, the rest is history.

Insert Fiona Apple lyric, as any of them will appease me. So, appease me please. Please, just listen to me of her: the tone of voice, that choice of timbre to tremble the stone of heart. May it in part give so that you may receive and so. impart what is your need. What the hell ( Read more... )

June I'm sorry
For, July has come.

August lovers
making plans

As September's culled

The musician says:
The drum, it beats
but only if I say so.
The beat is felt but
only if I play so.
On my say and when
I play the drum,
the beat matters.
Not the laughter,
or the chatter.

Birds ( Read more... )

This was created with the ghazal in mind, whether or not I actually made one or came close is up and up ( Read more... )

Silly Spies ( Read more... )