You gave me Carroll and Lorca I gave you Flamenco with a little Sexton on the side. My castanet clacking confessions driving your habitual duende. It was always like this. Sinking into my reserved spot on our thrift shop sofa studying the cinder shoot rooted to your lips. Ash colonizing eight inches above the carbon stained keyboard, a wraith cut-out diminishing, ...
Alright, so, I'm going to continue to post my marine poems on and off, but I'm going to see what can I dig up from a new category with some older stuff: Knights. I love them. I love knights. I know they weren't the most noble of men, historically (see: Crusades), but in the fictional sense... I love knights. Ever since I was in elementary school and slipped away to the library, hiding between the rows of shelves, burying myself in the ...
He waited patiently for his chance, and I gave it to him Things said that cannot be taken back Cannot be fixed He pounced on the opportunity like a wild cat on its prey Taking my love away from me before I could show my heart Not knowing the implications of his rash action For I do not fall peacefully The noose slung over my shoulder as I walk down the quiet street He will have a place to hang his hat tonight
I haven't really felt much like blogging lately, but anyhooo here I am. I was going through some old files of mine and found a silly Paintshop drawing I made a few years ago, lol: * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I have noticed that we have a lot of really nice folks who have become active posters here at LitNet. This really is a great ...
Calculating Life Equations always have a way of adding up if you can break the code Life is like numbers you have to puzzle them over to make any sense But often it takes several failed attempts to see the pattern
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