Showing posts with label My. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My. Show all posts

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Transitory dreamscape

Transitory dreamscape
My dreams burn in vivid fire. So crisp more life like than life.
Scenes clearer than space.
Sounds very sharp most dreams fade though just shadows of their
original clarity.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

My bars

My bars
Whirling sickly down trip. Bad apple son on burned. Hide him
away, you're judged. Yet none of them are suited. We are trying to
strengthen the bars, just to make a better web. Segregate because of
yourself. Postmortem report, rigamortis stricken. Hiding in a mausoleum.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

My image torn broken


My image torn broken
Without my mind I could feel the darkness.
To survey the area and see it's spatiality.
I saw and surpassed, what you thought your recognition of a tattered boy.

It's ok to be hurt, it is ok to be broken.
The batter tattered doll.
Knew something the plastic people didn't when they where in their molds.

He knew how to cast, he could mold form and see form.
Feeling and knowing thew twisted ivy path.

Cairns and cries wonderful worlds.
Whimsy and innocence.
I saw all the faces on black construction paper.

They did not know what you were drawing with your little hands, and chewed on crayons.

Your markers mark the sky. 

Sunday, July 18, 2010

"Anachronism" an arcade of my own.

"Anachronism"
an arcade of my own.
Hear I lye my head on rape.
Vines entwine my naked self.
Monks hood and procession I take my place among them.
Sobriety brings me to my madness.
Psychotic episode skitzo out look.
Gentle madness.
Vizier envisions vexes.
Panademonium paramour.
Whilst thought echolalia me.
Wouldst thou’s existence be are reflection of my own.
Lovely parcels wrapped in silk.
Velveteen paper dolls.
Menagerie and arcade in arcadia.
Visited I have.

Monday, July 12, 2010

My computer my girlfriend.

My computer my girlfriend. commandroot print

She is my desire.
She manipulates my analog heart.
She is my fantasy anything I want, she will fulfill my requests, to the last dword.
She the malleable mistress so capable of vicissitudes.
Her figure adorned in chrome.
Sexy sleek petite voluptuous.
I never have to worry about boring of her conversations.
We create behemoth amounts of magnetized cylinders.
Even when she consumes she is never filled.
A compliment to me she, Pc!