Monday, August 31, 2009

....

I'm here...
thoughts percolating
bubbly
and bubbling
not
troubling...
but
doubling
the feeling...

reeling...
unfeeling
but
dealing
with the squealing....

how about two?










But Its Better If You Do - Panic At The Disco

huh?

unimaginably unreadable....

yet read.
and
getting read.

Getting red?!?!?!

go to bed.

post pokes
roast folks

toast boast

just jokes
damn dopes

most mope

everything under guap
instead of vice versa

and all that's lacking is
the enticed cursive

It cost you nuffin, pay me no mind
that's a fav line
out of a song by Jay-z

Cuz, I see mopped slop.

and it's clean up on aisle three...






I Write Sins Not Tradgedies - Panic At The Disco

....



Comfortable - John Mayer



Fitting... our time ended.
Nary a care,
after feelings upended...
but fair.

Reminisce intended...
I can smell your hair...
and though tender's relented,
remember how soft your pair.

See there was really no way to mend it.
An argument free day rare...
So of course I could have just pretended,
but I've got too much to share.


So we sip something in name of the one that should have stayed befriended...

Smile, there's something about when you take your heart and unselfishly lend it.



The haziness of time saying you and I could last.

Sincerity in the few thoughts about the past...

Remembering you touching me,
and that being reason enough to fast...
We loved so very naturally.
Bonded... As solid as a body cast...

Turned into cargo ships passing in the night. Empty.
Still imprinted upon, covered from my stern to mast.
No need for sympathy...
We weren't built to last.

Love's free...
and it'll take tears and fears, even jeers to task,
but wasn't meant for you and me...
And every now and then I lift up a drink, still wearing loves mask...

Friday, August 28, 2009

a new way to sigh...

Signaling Strength
In
Gargantuan
Helpings

Health being...
well.
A nose nuzzled
to bring a being out of a shell
puzzled
but learning life
from the crawl
to walk plight

and since running is the next step...
I think I'll just lace up my shoes,
tight.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

bait

beautiful but brilliance

ain't ample asked

[for]

intense is idling

termed tainted