Monthly Archives: August 2011

Understanding the realities of fallacies fiction


This is more of a muddled thought process… rather than a considered account of abnormal happenstance I have often heard kindness is weakness or clichés to that effect, so here is quite possibly my last offering…   “Understanding the realities of

Understanding the realities of fallacies fiction


This is more of a muddled thought process… rather than a considered account of abnormal happenstance I have often heard kindness is weakness or clichés to that effect, so here is quite possibly my last offering…   “Understanding the realities of

….Shhh


Are you even listening…? It’s sort of hard not to, when that’s all I am prone to. On my soul I have sown her voodoo in hues of red, orange and blue, it’s an unrequited sin.. burnin I felt moments

….Shhh


Are you even listening…? It’s sort of hard not to, when that’s all I am prone to. On my soul I have sown her voodoo in hues of red, orange and blue, it’s an unrequited sin.. burnin I felt moments

DIsfunktional ME!?


  I am here…     Caught up in a world of paradoxical musings It wanes on the lack of true feelings I’m unhappy with glee and shamed with wit   Drowning my sorrows in a world of happy renderings

DIsfunktional ME!?


  I am here…     Caught up in a world of paradoxical musings It wanes on the lack of true feelings I’m unhappy with glee and shamed with wit   Drowning my sorrows in a world of happy renderings

…Untitled…


“….Well!!… U reach where u going!!” (old west indian saying)   The musings of a misunderstood manic depressant’s drama fueled follies Why the unrealistic canter of finger prints are left lingering, I know not .. Of not being from what i see but what

…Untitled…


“….Well!!… U reach where u going!!” (old west indian saying)   The musings of a misunderstood manic depressant’s drama fueled follies Why the unrealistic canter of finger prints are left lingering, I know not .. Of not being from what i see but what

Sometimes…


Sometimes Its me, Sometimes Its you, Sometimes its filleting a floundered folly… only hoping one day you don’t wither away to you whats jolly   When I treated you like the only one who existed to me, what did you do?

Sometimes…


Sometimes Its me, Sometimes Its you, Sometimes its filleting a floundered folly… only hoping one day you don’t wither away to you whats jolly   When I treated you like the only one who existed to me, what did you do?

So i practice restraint…


  Don’t speak… I know It starts as a song you know the intro to only then it switches to an unfamiliar tempo and you lose yourself to bask in the uncertainty of its tune Like the time you asked

So i practice restraint…


  Don’t speak… I know It starts as a song you know the intro to only then it switches to an unfamiliar tempo and you lose yourself to bask in the uncertainty of its tune Like the time you asked

Tonight, I


When thinking of my past, I feel troubles reoccurring. Lactating limps lounging around cleaved limbs….. Retorting Collaborations with cramped abject distorted visions of prose Scenes of picture, poetry and paper hot wild and unrestricted verbose Cantaloupe galloping on the heel

Tonight, I


When thinking of my past, I feel troubles reoccurring. Lactating limps lounging around cleaved limbs….. Retorting Collaborations with cramped abject distorted visions of prose Scenes of picture, poetry and paper hot wild and unrestricted verbose Cantaloupe galloping on the heel