Monday, August 15, 2005

Looking back

Clay
molded
formed
stretched to all limits
Baked in the ovens of hell
Stronger now
hardened
in places
yet
still breakable
ready to be shown
ready to be filled
ready

Saturday, August 13, 2005

War Paint

Sunrise and sunset
look the same
in a moment
a dusty bruise
streaking the horizon
dried blood
painting the sky
from a broken world
full of broken people
all at war

Thursday, August 04, 2005


Burning sky breathes sigh of relief Posted by Picasa

Monday, August 01, 2005

Collecting

A seeker once,
pregnant with hope
alive in dreams
now
a collector
broken pieces of things that
aren't me
because I don't know truth
because I don't know who
the fuck I am
a scavenger
a dreamer of other's dreams
Sitting alone
in a dark corner
of the same old dusty cafe
with the same old music, books, life
just another face
atop a collection of bones