What a beauty/poetry!
Thursday, November 12, 2009
woosa
thought process
(Ahem)..It is not a thought process-
golden wheat leaning
willows weeping.
instinctual chile; like this life living.
Hugging dat shovel mining coal and gold nuggets
hard hat adorned digging through soot
and chaos and evil and hate and love and poverty and sickness and blackness.
Gotta feed the family on gravel
and hope til’ fate come.
Til’ I get there at that place
Til’ I get there at that place
solemn and whole lacking nothing; I digging.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board. For some they come in the tide. For others they sail forever on the horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by Time. That is the life of men.
Now women forget all those things they don't want to remember, and remember everything they don't want to forget. The dream is the truth. Then they act and do things accordingly.
http://www.imeem.com/artists/melanie_fiona/music/pPI5V5ky/melanie-fiona-it-kills-me/
Monday, November 9, 2009
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