ave! morituri te salutant.

Friday, September 30, 2005

the daisy chain

now, now,
you're a porcelain doll
even without the makeup.
but daisies are not only for
pansies.
(real men do love it!)

where the angels fear to tread
but the world still isn't yours, yet.
they may call your name now
(but you wished they call it out in bed).
you're angry, a little too insane.
a few daisy girls want you dead
with unrequited passions
of the wunderkind.
you can hold it back,
till you are fit to burst
a dam brimming, of
mercury, and solace,
in some distant arms
that pined and loved (you)
and picked you up.
and tucked you away at night

we can't all have our
(fruit)cake and eat it. just as you
bit off more than you could chew.
with more attention
then poor you could afford,
a cowboy shoots of stray (blank) bullets tonight.

sexy as it may sound,
the world is still your oyster tonight.
lap it all up in your greed,
shake, rattle, to the symphony
or rhymthm of sweaty bodies
and paint the town
in your unchained melody.

verbatim 3:07 PM
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"You yielded to one who not has the four S's(as if we should say, sightly, sprightly, sincere, and secret.), which are required in every good lover, but even the whole alphabet; as, for example, he is, in my opinion, agreeable, bountiful, constant, dutiful, easy, faithful, gallant, honourable, ingenous, kind, loyal, mild, noble, officious, prudent, quiet, rich, secret, true, valiant, wise; the X indeed, is too harsh a letter to agree with him, but he is young and zealous."

what do you know, Cervantes DID know something about writing romance.

verbatim 2:41 PM
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Thursday, September 22, 2005

updates on the links section. for your undivided perusal.

Danke!

verbatim 4:59 PM
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Friday, September 02, 2005

An unopened letter to God

Dear God, I have a problem
Something that I have no answers to
Perhaps I need to be vatic
in order to answer these very same questions
that I would raise up from time to time
to you but no one else in particular.

It might have been the signs
that it was something not meant to be
but would having schizophrenic conversations
with myself counts as a very good question?
Obsidian, the darkness as a monolith
the angel tilts and pours
burn a revelation into your eyes.
Cinders fallout.
radio shout outs,
people talk so damn loud.
I can't listen with all those noise
My head, or someone else's. Maybe
but I don't know.

Dear God, I have another one.
I still don't know anything
No one's getting smarter
nor getting the score
But they all know the answers
and I'm left shredding sanity in my hands.

Is it right, to be righteously wrong?
And is it wrong, to be rightfully unjustified?
May I murder you, from time to time
since you are eternal
I can do anything and you're still interminable.
I would be fine with the reverse
Just make sure you finish the job.

Dear God, please answer my questions,
because I might kill myself tonight.

verbatim 6:34 PM
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