Saturday, March 13, 2010

The clouds on dismal thrones are seated
holding the rain, and with a tremulous
gesture, dump it forth on caged men.

Monday, March 01, 2010

To what do I owe this pleasure
You are beautiful, tonight will be a treasure.

Some make love to beautify life
Others to prove their beauty
I am the former not the latter
I think on which I see abounding before
me against everything which I believe.
tragedy in a self pronounced failing
choices abounding afraid of finding stability
natural footing on the available ground
I have not sought and never will
which is easier by far but never will instill
a sense of passion for anything.

I am too far removed.
In me, In I, In roads that lead the blind
This life is my butterfly
It's fragile wings are my dreams