fall along an autumn wall
alarms in arms your eyes they charm
enchanted farm embraced and warm
chase the garment talents torn
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
new memory
/i'm in a dream as i type and i can never control my dreams unless i'm awake i intake the most air that my body will take then release and unleash a feast of carbonated oxide that has 2 hands and two feet that dance lots but stops suddenly to suspend the time that was taken to hide in the park in the hyde park on the back of your side. from thin air i glare into the light that reflects off of your body's glaring tears-tearing apart openings that are thinner than narrow passages from a scroll crawlin, rollin raw on owl ideas/
| tone one |
| tone two |
| butterfly treatment |
| Self Portrait by Jenn Wohlrab |
| dramatic improvement |
| a part on her has been deleted |
| recreating it each time |
| orange shadow |
| slightly closer together |
| a kiss to remember |
| that's even happier |
there is no contamination. not in your brain. we cannot remember anything. not even secrets kept.
sketch, berry, leave, vine
Labels:
art,
butterfly,
Cat,
color,
cup,
Feline,
Illustration,
Landscape,
map pencils,
mind scape,
poem,
poetry,
Pomeranian,
Sextape,
Shalamar,
stream of consciousness,
topography,
virgin,
virgo,
west highland terrier
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
slicker
There are many ways in which I may agree or disagree with you
but at this moment, at this time, I truly want to be with you.
No one else has touched me there, the place no eye can see
The place where tears are free to be. That place is where you'll always be.
I can sit and eyes can stare
The open slits of mine aware
Darkness lit by wax and wick
sharpness stripped unfastened wit
who'd succumbed to phallick tricks
tethered to a tragick stick.
| kevin kevin |
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
looking through the blind
dreamy music drapes the mind,
when does one see when blind,
is it always or the end times?
straight laced or bent rhymes?
feline, feel fine, feel yours, feel mine
gentle gentle rabid dentals,
grace the young taste the tongue
waste no line and waste no hum
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