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  • Blindly He Haunts Me

    Blindly he haunts me,
    killed by poisoned smoke of sacrifice.

    Desire bleeds deep red,
    and lingers always.

    A ghost for eternity.

    Wednesday 19th July 2006 - 6:28:29 PM | Comment

  • My Trust Is But An Ocean

    My trust is but an ocean,
    porcelain to the kiss.

    I drink the liquid of life,
    and dance in a champagne pool.

    I devour your delicious universe,
    and lie on a velvet cloud for eternity.

    Wednesday 19th July 2006 - 6:25:26 PM | Comment

  • Ashes, Ashes

    Ashes, ashes
    Lightning crashes.
    Quickly through the heart.

    When storm clouds boom,
    Get out of your room,
    And taste the tears of Heaven.

    But keep a watchful eye,
    On the midnight sky.
    For when the lightning flashes,

    There’s no escaping.

    Wednesday 19th July 2006 - 6:22:58 PM | Comment

  • Death’s Shadow

    A dark shadow crawls,
    Slowly towards my head.
    I try to step away,
    But something holds me down.

    Every second slower,
    Every minute longer,
    Yet every day shorter,
    Every month faster.

    I grab for time,
    Grab for hope.
    Nothing is there,
    My fingers don’t grip.

    Faster, faster, falling straight down,
    No end in sight.
    A ledge to rest upon,
    But only for a moment.

    The Lake of Fire is closer now,
    So [...]

    Wednesday 19th July 2006 - 6:19:25 PM | Comment

  • One Single Flame

    Sitting in the darkness with nowhere to turn,
    I find a little candle yearning to burn.

    The hope of a flame or even a spark,
    Cause all my fears to slow and to park.

    I look around at all of the others,
    I cry because they are burning but mine won’t bother.

    Why does it have to be this way?
    I want [...]

    Wednesday 19th July 2006 - 6:15:30 PM | Comment

  • Look At All The Faces

    Look at all the faces,
    Who hide their lonely places.
    Their own private portals to Hell.
    Your life sucks.
    Mine is worse.
    But not as bad as his.

    Wednesday 19th July 2006 - 6:10:53 PM | Comment (1)

  • The Bus Ride

    I’d say she’s about 250 pounds and carries it all in her middle. There are three children with her, all under the age of seven I’m sure. The smallest one sits on her lap, grasping onto the roll of fat just below her breast as he sleeps soundly. She’s looking off into space, I wonder [...]

    Wednesday 19th July 2006 - 5:57:17 PM | Comment

  • God Wears Overalls

    When I was seven, I saw a man get shot in the back of his head. He had no warning. Just a loud bang, and he was hit. He crumpled to the ground in slow motion, his head slumped forward. It almost looked like he was diving, head first into the cold, heartless earth. I [...]

    Monday 17th July 2006 - 7:02:54 PM | Comment

  • The Gentle Stranger

    “You must not tell anyone, dear child, what I am about to tell you.” The child’s left eyebrow peaked as if to say, “Oh I won’t tell.” Knowing full well he would leave this gentle stranger and tell the kid down the street within the hour, who would then tell the kid around the block. [...]

    Monday 17th July 2006 - 7:02:16 PM | Comment (1)

  • The Smoke of Our Souls

    Once again we’ve gathered,
    preparing for departure.
    Up and over, out of sight,
    into a whole new rhelm.

    Divided we sit,
    together we fly.
    You in your corner and I in mine,
    soon we will be one.

    One lights the match,
    which starts the other’s fire.
    Inhale, exhale,
    breath the smoke of our souls.

    Today it’s like this,
    tomorrow—who knows.
    When we gather the next time,
    we’ll do it all [...]

    Monday 17th July 2006 - 6:59:25 PM | Comment

  • Our Soul

    Our soul is energy,
    And energy is neither created or destroyed.
    Our soul never dies.
    The body our soul inhabits was given to us as a gift from God.
    What we do with it is our choice.
    But if God sees that we are going the wrong way,
    He will step in and help.
    And when He feels that He needs our [...]

    Monday 17th July 2006 - 6:58:39 PM | Comment (1)

  • Tweeker Jane

    Lust is weakened blood surging through her veins.
    She’ll drive it to the brink until it finally shoots her down.
    Jane is consumed by her lust.
    She’s gonna die one day, and she knows it.
    Her weak veins bubble as she watches Joe-Joe fill the needle.
    He clicks his nails on the plastic tube and her eardrums quiver.
    The deadly liquid [...]

    Monday 17th July 2006 - 6:52:20 PM | Comment

  • How to Sing the Blues

    After you get the first line right, repeat it. Then find something that rhymes…sort of

    Thursday 13th July 2006 - 1:37:12 AM | Comment