Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
;To steal a soul or a moment in time
It’s a wonderful invention and art
Snap a photo here, click a frame there
Just a moment in time
Trapped forever in it’s frame
And put upon your wall
Such as you would shoot an animal
And mount it’s head
But isn’t that all photography is?
Isn’t that all hunting is?
An art, trapping something forever
Capturing something that will be stared at
Possibly admired
For the rest of eternity
Is this what art has become?
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Monday, April 07, 2008
I hate you each time I close my eyes;
Reality interferes with fading thoughts inside.
A smile misleads and draws me near.
I love the way you reduce me to tears.
My spirits distract and dissolve my prism
confronting beliefs and rendering their prison.
And as they keep in their dissonance,
I hold prayers and wish for your presence.
Yearning your glance hinders improvement
As I enter your aura and refuse movement
you aim a smirk and urge me away.
And the heart I gave, you continue to fray.
So bless my lips and string me along
serenade me with your suicide song.
Because with you, my smile is a sign of bluffing
but without you, my whole existence means nothing.
Friday, April 04, 2008
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
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