all I feel is like giving up and enjoying the rest of the year before the next one comes a knockin’
eschaton
sometimes I’m worried
God wrote my name in pencil
in His big book of life
Archive for November, 2007
two days
Posted in About Me, a mews on November 11, 2007 | 3 Comments »
punctuation
Posted in a mews on November 11, 2007 | 1 Comment »
I find it so cool to use words like right, okay, fantastic…etc.. as punctuations whilst speaking rather than full stops or thoughtful silences that’s great It really is so much more fun although I’m sure sooner or later it starts to irritate people that’s great The trick then is to us the punctuation sparingly that’s great not [...]
woolgathering
Posted in poetry on November 11, 2007 | 1 Comment »
sometimes while counting sheep, you find some naked
it’s because they have donated themselves to the great blue sky
that’s why clouds are sometimes puffy in the morning
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words on paper, how bold they appear
how comfortable to hide within the spaces
between words and not act
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before you sleep, do
open the door to your mind
I like the pictures
Prosperity Gospel_1
Posted in Christian Life on November 10, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Crossing city road for my daily dose at Toby’s is alot like frogger, correction I meant jay walking across city road. I seriously think coffee is a bad vehicle for caffeine, not only does it exhaust my intestinal system, it pollutes the environment with black smoke. But back to frogger, seriously what with my greenish bag and [...]
clouds
Posted in Uncategorized on November 5, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I’ve officially not seen anybody familiar for 5 days and counting, well it seems like an entire month…or something. It’s really alarming as I really couldn’t care less at this point, which is more likely due to my coffee/exam induced euphoria. And that probably explains this terse brief sensation I feel. Dull heads and weird sleep [...]
Juxtapose
Posted in poetry on November 2, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
the wet window drowning with tears
is prettier in the rain
some pregnant clouds
only give birth to sorrow
the one perennial spring
now a parched beauty
moist ripe lips to me
shivering pears in the desert