March 2010
1 post
plane
slap the ceiling and kill the clouds
the rose colored cumulonimbus
glued pupils of the negligent
we are in it!
an aluminum magic machine
-above the fury
but keep trying old woman
i’m sure they mean for you to be
as blind as them
in there tiny offices
with one bulb at the end of
their chains.
over and over they prick the keys
binding the checkered boxes to
false origins and...
February 2009
4 posts
in the end
i teared up for nothing in the end
there was no reveal
no mystery to make me feel
that it was worth the time
but i still cried
so can you say
honestly and without some doubt
that you are faultless
that you need no one
you are complete
you will be the same
after they
choose to say your name
this is a barren planet
this is an open heart
we are simply believers
choosing to stay...
Well Positioned Fate- Everybody’s got to be...
Weekend in ATL- Totem Pole
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hello world