BurningEmberMomentS
By: J.
Law of the land passed across endless horizons skinning the atmosphere with a fine line of sarcastic wish fulfillment and a touch of lime my eyes hide the truth that my lies seek to uncover my mind loops in and out of anachronistic covers escalating costs of a wages of sin with the one that begins again the forget me not shower of tossed aside maladies and sour note melodies harmony in confusion disillusion creates ambition in the heart of a burning man embers alight and I take flight my words flow from virtual pen my hands glide across plastic ink keyboard touching my fingers typing from my hidden soul onto facsimile paper my broken structure once again taking shape in the verbose adage of a word is worth a million pictures if put in improper orders the verb is rushed into noun of poems profound tomes of little to no renown my flight of fancy is pantless on a brisk morning jog across the exit stage left behind to find the time to remind the clock tower guards to fire when ready set go says the murder of crow as I retell and foretell and sell my goods my stories my thoughts my words my soul the spirit unleashed my writers block shattered into tiny microcosms of me and here I am and there I go and when shall I send my words that just flow the lovers caress and the sexual trust the lovers kiss and the animal lust the taken in bondage in leather and chain the rope burns red the taste doesn't lie the high of the moment of the time of the second hand ticking away the nature of the beast the flesh and of heaven between doors and through windows and by night we take flight into daydreamers heights the clock ticks the second hand sways the Dali impression melts to the ground the smile of Mona leaves a mark in the sky as actors walk by the snarky bit players hitting their marks the past unfrozen from crystalline lakes the form follows function follows freedom of place design by denizens of disparate lives and within us all burns the fire of time like a ghost on our shoulder like a pocket watch stopped we can always look backwards and see where we're at but always move forward or you'll never learn that lovers entangled always afloat above the fire of time burning others so far below ends the beginning and ends the endings turn the page over and begin it all again and start oeuvre...
By: J.
Law of the land passed across endless horizons skinning the atmosphere with a fine line of sarcastic wish fulfillment and a touch of lime my eyes hide the truth that my lies seek to uncover my mind loops in and out of anachronistic covers escalating costs of a wages of sin with the one that begins again the forget me not shower of tossed aside maladies and sour note melodies harmony in confusion disillusion creates ambition in the heart of a burning man embers alight and I take flight my words flow from virtual pen my hands glide across plastic ink keyboard touching my fingers typing from my hidden soul onto facsimile paper my broken structure once again taking shape in the verbose adage of a word is worth a million pictures if put in improper orders the verb is rushed into noun of poems profound tomes of little to no renown my flight of fancy is pantless on a brisk morning jog across the exit stage left behind to find the time to remind the clock tower guards to fire when ready set go says the murder of crow as I retell and foretell and sell my goods my stories my thoughts my words my soul the spirit unleashed my writers block shattered into tiny microcosms of me and here I am and there I go and when shall I send my words that just flow the lovers caress and the sexual trust the lovers kiss and the animal lust the taken in bondage in leather and chain the rope burns red the taste doesn't lie the high of the moment of the time of the second hand ticking away the nature of the beast the flesh and of heaven between doors and through windows and by night we take flight into daydreamers heights the clock ticks the second hand sways the Dali impression melts to the ground the smile of Mona leaves a mark in the sky as actors walk by the snarky bit players hitting their marks the past unfrozen from crystalline lakes the form follows function follows freedom of place design by denizens of disparate lives and within us all burns the fire of time like a ghost on our shoulder like a pocket watch stopped we can always look backwards and see where we're at but always move forward or you'll never learn that lovers entangled always afloat above the fire of time burning others so far below ends the beginning and ends the endings turn the page over and begin it all again and start oeuvre...
alabama:
ok... no way. i thought i was cool, but you... you take the cool cake right out from under my feet. i want a vader toaster!!! where do you get one of those?
churtch:
Happy Birthday!