Aug 14, 02
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poems n shiznit
a patient's impatience
waiting for signals watching the moving hands tick.... tick.... and I step too soon pins and needles cripple my toes consuming all that is solid liquid flows away from me and fire burns too close burning to ashes the reality we grasp for comfort for substance something concrete to feel and behind the scene I'm grasping onto air digging in deep and sifting through the rocks soft sand slips through my fingers hold onto shells hearing the ocean's calls my calling right on time ~+~+~+~+~+~~+~+ 
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Aug 14, 02
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everything complies
in dents life in thinking, hope in reasoning... only fruitcakes and sponges... square pants and... it's not ONLY that... its more if they could see if they KNEW what I was.... who I am.. they wouldn't. because they can't see through my eyes cannot see the truth that lies in corners so deep and dark I wait for forgiveness I STRIVE for something I am not. and waiting brings sorrow and fighting brings pain shaddow punching at narrow fingers, stubby toes... la vie est partout, open your eyes, see the details, see the lighting beauty, darkness fakes truth... only keen eyes see what it can bring about, and now.... blurry vision, fuzzy edges, stopping to breathe exhale and a sigh so silent one cannot feel the breeze... but it's there, always, waiting silent. crazy cool... I lost, but I rise again.
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Aug 14, 02
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tired.. lonely, only a figure to see
shadows surround me if only I was, a little more around the edges I fuzz into background the sky, beautiful clouds fitting my mood, a temperate breeze wanting to go out, but people are too close a wave hello/goodbye come again... and now I stop to see what they see but I cannot it's too deep these scars starry nights hide in shadows burning red... to me, its so complex, but to them they see the shadows only... pictures, drawings, photos tell tales... only myths in history, but the eyes can't read... only quick glances left.
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Aug 14, 02
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information, superstation
lies and rules and fools too cool let me sip sweet honey dew let me wait for something new let me sing let me play eaten pancakes, fruitcakes mud ponds on display a party for us mold to dance and eat away a gallery of diamond jewels of ash and dust of memories and calming trees thumbing a plum on top
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Aug 14, 02
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a patient's impatience
waiting for signals watching the moving hands tick.... tick.... and I step too soon pins and needles cripple my toes consuming all that is solid liquid flows away from me and fire burns too close burning to ashes the reality we grasp for comfort for substance something concrete to feel and behind the scene I'm grasping onto air digging in deep and sifting through the rocks soft sand slips through my fingers hold onto shells hearing the ocean's calls my calling right on time
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Aug 14, 02
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fuckin eh~
whats it to you to see right through my eyes see red readin the lines green and yellow the energy chimes take the plunge on the ground diving into the realm of emotions almost gone stayin strong punching through the misty grey posers, fukkin teks walk away whats it feel like to be insane, to be real feelin like living that's the shiznit live wit it whats it to you patience, aint gone none take a toke blow the smoke away poof~ and I'm gone. *phew*.. hehe, OK that's it for now :p
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