Deep below six lies the catacombs of Paris. stacked up there, Down below city ground, they lie undisturbed drowned in deep dark peace. they speak profound silence and sleep. over six million meatless bones keep twitching feet. no one knows which skull belongs to whom. hundreds of years ago the perfume of death was a … Continue reading Below six: Catacombs of Paris
Don't bother yourself anymore my dear friend Put away the deep red wine and the matching wine glasses I shall drink no more for I am no longer here by your side Stand and look down I am under such a beautiful blanket of grass warming my bones Yes, it is me your old friend … Continue reading Stand and look down
No one understands those poor souls who wake wishing they did not pains end is assuredly coming and then there will be no more one does not see feelings change like the weather until he visits the eye of the storm.
if I were born before... four times even more don't let me go through this mess I've made for myself once again tell me what's in store believe you me I never get bored then I stay in my mind amusing myself trapped in time have I rebuilt my bastion full of ego and passion? … Continue reading If I were born before
Fearless mimic teasing brain seismic gimmick eschew abstain withhold refrain running main frame masters gators restless erasure limited stature lost nature canteen dry dried tears cried strong red sky long baked bones thousand flies dusted dread hollowed head emptied eyes earthen bed hawks dive rabbits flee hallowed ground hour three.
The voice overhead said, 'you're dead'. I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders and replied 'who are you and what did you say'? 'I am what you were my son and you are still dead'. 'I don't feel dead'. 'Go talk to your friend Bill. He won't hear you because he is alive'. "OK. … Continue reading Matter of fact
You snigger in jest. You rise by noon, You sleep bathed in morning light. In the silence of a dream a galleon sails upon your rough seas. and, you tell me life is but a dream: that it comes whether you are awake or not? this is your psalm. this is your grave.
I felt your smile like an apple with a worm popping its head out. I smelled your gaze as the morning waves crashed on the shore rocks. I heard your mind sing out loud and it tasted like cheap wine as your vines crawled up my spine. yet, you were not here in body. My … Continue reading Vines
Hapless we are surviving life daily haply bathed in dew covered lawns at all wonder tide at noon babbling brook yonder up hills in recompense souls sincerely trembling fathers wandering rogue eloquent gladness and musings shall fill our breathless natural prisoner freed in outlash to open cloudless skies
You stopped at the entrance to a tunnel and there you hang in limbo for the green light to change crazy mind electric eyes icing on the cake purified by night run with wolves sleep wake another full glass it's time to see to taste can you hear? it's calling you... it is this that … Continue reading Tunnel