i think i would like to shout ( Read more... )

smouldering embers in a bed of sand ( Read more... )

let it rain, and pour ( Read more... )

i cannot think of a metaphor suitable for making more grandiose the image of Mount McKinley with it's summit piercing the clouds. immortal pillar? tower of stone? hand of the earth reaching to heaven? yeah right. what man-made structure, what body part could adequately describe the actuality of something so immense and primal? it was there long ( Read more... )

and weren't you the only thing in the world? in that desperate, detached moment, where sanity and its antonym weren't even considered, weren't you all that mattered? wasn't it a smouldering heat, a cold hand, and playful accusations whispered between every meeting of our lips ( Read more... )

Inspired by http://eel-grass.livejournal.com/17038.htmlRead more... )

tick tock
goes the clock
the hours slip away
from dawn to dusk through day

tick tock
what a thought
to wait for nothing
and want for nothing

who would take the time
to watch it fly away
second by minute by hour by day

so much is happening
too few notice the little things

like the
tick tock
of the clock
as the hours die and fall away

we'll laugh and cry and fight and bleed, and mad as hell, we'll rend the skies from horizon to horizon, climb to the heights of heaven, grab god by the balls and drag him down to us, yelling "listen, asshole, we're tired of your shit. we're men, not babies, and we're not gonna take this anymore ( Read more... )