Inspiration...Sadness...and whatever life takes
Monday, November 21, 2005
Shameless
Thats my name there. = ) Oh Veni O Cara! Come my darlings, if not for the music, then for my fourty second solo. But then again, it got my name onto the poster. Heh.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 1:38 am
Thats my name there. = ) Oh Veni O Cara! Come my darlings, if not for the music, then for my fourty second solo. But then again, it got my name onto the poster. Heh.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 1:38 am
Monday, November 14, 2005
Sleep
Dedicated to my favourite plastic doll of all times.
Weep not, sleep beckons.
A thousand lead bars,
her head is heavy.
Weep not, sweet repose.
Closed her eyes,
softly like feathered snow.
Weep not, slumber calls.
No harm, no harm,
sleep away from dirty preachers,
sleep away from ugly hands.
Weep not, she will bleed no more.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 9:38 pm
Dedicated to my favourite plastic doll of all times.
Weep not, sleep beckons.
A thousand lead bars,
her head is heavy.
Weep not, sweet repose.
Closed her eyes,
softly like feathered snow.
Weep not, slumber calls.
No harm, no harm,
sleep away from dirty preachers,
sleep away from ugly hands.
Weep not, she will bleed no more.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 9:38 pm
Friday, November 11, 2005
Cat
Ensconced on the couch,
with jazz blaring behind.
Its body out of bounds.
Until,
the night alley beckons.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 8:35 pm
Ensconced on the couch,
with jazz blaring behind.
Its body out of bounds.
Until,
the night alley beckons.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 8:35 pm
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Seagull
Waves rolling and a flap.
Out of the sleepy sky,
a bird who could fly.
And a flock of white followed.
Chasing the salty sun.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 10:48 pm
Waves rolling and a flap.
Out of the sleepy sky,
a bird who could fly.
And a flock of white followed.
Chasing the salty sun.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 10:48 pm
Swine
Paraplegic pig,
gliding down the flower field.
Landing, its butt bloomed.
Paraplegic pig.
Haha.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 1:00 am
Paraplegic pig,
gliding down the flower field.
Landing, its butt bloomed.
Paraplegic pig.
Haha.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 1:00 am
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Duck
Sitting ducks,
by the freshwater lake.
Rain falling and a quack.
Sitting ducks,
they wait.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 8:02 pm
Sitting ducks,
by the freshwater lake.
Rain falling and a quack.
Sitting ducks,
they wait.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 8:02 pm
