Monday, October 31, 2005
Try
what succumbs
under the
lithe muscles
what foretells
the lily-
drenched
blessing
the moon's
gypsy
turns
in the
middle
vortex
finding
what it
looks
like
under the
lithe muscles
what foretells
the lily-
drenched
blessing
the moon's
gypsy
turns
in the
middle
vortex
finding
what it
looks
like
Sunday, October 30, 2005
macro? micro?
there he went...
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Friday, October 28, 2005
GreenRoom
that was your little warning
as the earth spoke it
that's just part of the revolution
you said holding back
negotiating with him
wondering what was
bringing the attack
and he didn't like
the fact that the vacuum
became something else
as the earth spoke it
that's just part of the revolution
you said holding back
negotiating with him
wondering what was
bringing the attack
and he didn't like
the fact that the vacuum
became something else
Cry
Mood
swings
fractionated
into
spin
For
protection:
Love
So loud
the word
gathering
sound
Cry
For
protection:
Love
swings
fractionated
into
spin
For
protection:
Love
So loud
the word
gathering
sound
Cry
For
protection:
Love
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Transcending the Word
The higher state is that which is unlearned.
Logic is burned in the blaze of nothing
of everything.
What has the crow ever said but nothing?
Are you greater than the crow?
Triad
Here s my camera, my kitty, and I.
Mars is very very close to us now and I feel we re on the brink of something. This Halloween weekend will be significant.
Be alert, sobre, ready. But fluid.
Monday, October 24, 2005
My Tyrannosaurus Pecks
Always uncertain, but never in doubt
I think of Auster, and his post modern gaze
Running blindly into things with my head held high
Banana hand shots, men and women unite to the task
Genderful communities working hand in hand
The Spanish government try to hide their chocolate I understand
While my German sausage lusts after the mustard, sweet, brown and smokey.
I'm conquering windmills like an ignorant brute
Filled with Elliot's melancholy, and forever a student of history
I write this on a snowy, blustery day, while running behind
Do I have anything else that will work?
A stack of photographs teeters, ready for me to re-render the world.
I think of Auster, and his post modern gaze
Running blindly into things with my head held high
Banana hand shots, men and women unite to the task
Genderful communities working hand in hand
The Spanish government try to hide their chocolate I understand
While my German sausage lusts after the mustard, sweet, brown and smokey.
I'm conquering windmills like an ignorant brute
Filled with Elliot's melancholy, and forever a student of history
I write this on a snowy, blustery day, while running behind
Do I have anything else that will work?
A stack of photographs teeters, ready for me to re-render the world.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Untitled 33
the mass
moved
protecting
all they knew
they had:
a next step
returning
forgotten
but always
felt deep
of touch
that rises
from the
hunger
moved
protecting
all they knew
they had:
a next step
returning
forgotten
but always
felt deep
of touch
that rises
from the
hunger
Untitled 24
strange
loves
the beat
one two
folded
into three
not added
and multiplied
giving into
sin
when you
think
you've
had enough
it'll all
be worth
the gift
and taste's
again
and again
loves
the beat
one two
folded
into three
not added
and multiplied
giving into
sin
when you
think
you've
had enough
it'll all
be worth
the gift
and taste's
again
and again
Saturday, October 22, 2005
i belive
sometimes something rocks so hard that you have to share it. This is one of those things. This one goes out to the smoky tiger. www.draconian.com
Friday, October 21, 2005
nothing
Can you bring into your mind the concept of entities that exist who are more advanced than we are?
Could you believe in living beings that have conciousness but have no material body?
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Figures in Strangeland
Three men and one woman dressed in blue are standing in a grassy field with a purple castle in the background.
A nude-winged female glides through the air above.
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