As he stares outside
Will he be outside?
As the rain comes down
Thinking all the joys
Grass under his paws
The freedom out there
Tomorow he be with his boys
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
Best Days by Matt White
Every time I look at you
You always look so beautiful
Driving on the road again the Chevy’s packed
And it is dusk
And I will take some photographs
So I can dream of you
Can’t say I’ve felt such twisting
In my heart this way
we pitch a tent and have one sleeping bag
To stay away
The fires burning, softly singing songs
So close to you
Do you believe
In love at first sight
I think you do
We're lying naked under the covers
Those are the best days of my life
Can't take away those times
We stayed up and talked all night
Chain smokes of cigarettes and
Three bottles of red wine
Falling asleep together
Holding your body close to mine
Oh and in the morning
Your eyes opened so innocent
The sun is blazing we are sweating
You look lovely
Nothing else matters and anymore 'cause you're
In my arms again
Do you believe
In love at first sight
I think you do
We're lying naked under the covers
Those are the best days of my
Those are the best days of my
Those are the best days of my life
Oh I never wanna be without you
So just stay with me
I will love you endlessly
Oh oh darling, darling
Ooooooooh
Oh darling, darling
Do you believe
In love at first sight
I think you do
We're lying naked under the covers
Those are the best days of my life
Do you believe
In love at first sight
I think you do
We're lying naked under the covers
Those are the best days of my
Those are the best days of my
Those are the best days of my life
Best Days by Matt White Sound
You always look so beautiful
Driving on the road again the Chevy’s packed
And it is dusk
And I will take some photographs
So I can dream of you
Can’t say I’ve felt such twisting
In my heart this way
we pitch a tent and have one sleeping bag
To stay away
The fires burning, softly singing songs
So close to you
Do you believe
In love at first sight
I think you do
We're lying naked under the covers
Those are the best days of my life
Can't take away those times
We stayed up and talked all night
Chain smokes of cigarettes and
Three bottles of red wine
Falling asleep together
Holding your body close to mine
Oh and in the morning
Your eyes opened so innocent
The sun is blazing we are sweating
You look lovely
Nothing else matters and anymore 'cause you're
In my arms again
Do you believe
In love at first sight
I think you do
We're lying naked under the covers
Those are the best days of my
Those are the best days of my
Those are the best days of my life
Oh I never wanna be without you
So just stay with me
I will love you endlessly
Oh oh darling, darling
Ooooooooh
Oh darling, darling
Do you believe
In love at first sight
I think you do
We're lying naked under the covers
Those are the best days of my life
Do you believe
In love at first sight
I think you do
We're lying naked under the covers
Those are the best days of my
Those are the best days of my
Those are the best days of my life
Best Days by Matt White Sound
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Sappy Savvy Spawns
The sows saunter sturdily
speaking Sanskrit
in their sabotaged slum
with their sappy savvy spawns
salivating over scrumptious food.
Napping Piglets by ~nele102 on deviantART
Nele102. "Napping Piglets." 12 April 2008. Picture.DeviantART. 14 May 2009. http://nele102.deviantart.com/art/Napping-Piglets-82652051
speaking Sanskrit
in their sabotaged slum
with their sappy savvy spawns
salivating over scrumptious food.
Napping Piglets by ~nele102 on deviantART
Nele102. "Napping Piglets." 12 April 2008. Picture.DeviantART. 14 May 2009. http://nele102.deviantart.com/art/Napping-Piglets-82652051
The Mountian Dog
Is he dead?
Or just sleeping?
I dont see his chest cave in
And convex out
His fur is matted
Brown like a dried clay pot
Uncared for
Left for dead
His nose black like dried rubber
I stop and stare
Is he dead?
Or just sleeping?
I walk away
Just then he turns his head.
Sleeping dog. by ~Alice-x19x on deviantART
Or just sleeping?
I dont see his chest cave in
And convex out
His fur is matted
Brown like a dried clay pot
Uncared for
Left for dead
His nose black like dried rubber
I stop and stare
Is he dead?
Or just sleeping?
I walk away
Just then he turns his head.
Sleeping dog. by ~Alice-x19x on deviantART
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Him
One lonely figure
Not whole
Dancing in the dark
No. Squirming in pain
Piecies of him
Floating about in blackness
Red dark blood
Who took those pieces?
Ever to be put back?
Become whole again?
Heart not in one
But two
Not even man
But an outline
Filled with nothingness
Not whole
Dancing in the dark
No. Squirming in pain
Piecies of him
Floating about in blackness
Red dark blood
Who took those pieces?
Ever to be put back?
Become whole again?
Heart not in one
But two
Not even man
But an outline
Filled with nothingness
Bechtold, Julia. "Missing Pieces." Acrylic on Cardboard. 2009.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
On the Road
WOW! First 600 miles on my own
Wind rushing in and out, in and out
Husky midnight 85 Monte, I'm in control
Hands mastering the soft fuzzy wheel
Toes pressed upon hard rubber
Arg! No Cruise control!
I'm shaking
Taste of Rockstar lingers
Ug! Exhaust! Burned oil! Diesel!
Mmmm. Watermelon tickles my nostrils
Big beasts following
Lead into the distance by straight lines
on the road by ~rainyface on deviantART
rainyface. "on the road." 26 August 2007. Picture. DeviantART. 15 April 2009. http://rainyface.deviantart.com/art/on-the-road-63322699
Wind rushing in and out, in and out
Husky midnight 85 Monte, I'm in control
Hands mastering the soft fuzzy wheel
Toes pressed upon hard rubber
Arg! No Cruise control!
I'm shaking
Taste of Rockstar lingers
Ug! Exhaust! Burned oil! Diesel!
Mmmm. Watermelon tickles my nostrils
Big beasts following
Lead into the distance by straight lines
on the road by ~rainyface on deviantART
rainyface. "on the road." 26 August 2007. Picture. DeviantART. 15 April 2009. http://rainyface.deviantart.com/art/on-the-road-63322699
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Sorting Laundry
Folding clothes,
I think of folding you
into my life.
Our king-sized sheets
like tablecloths
for the banquets of giants,
pillowcases, despite so many
washings, seams still
holding our dreams.
Towels patterned orange and green,
flowered pink and lavender,
gaudy, bought on sale,
reserved, we said, for the beach
refusing, even after years,
to bleach into respectability.
So many shirts and skirts and pants
recycling week after week, head over heels
recapitulating themselves.
All those wrinkles
to be smoothed, or else
ignored; they're in style.
Myriad uncoupled socks
which went to paired into the foam
like those creatures in the ark.
And what's shrunk
is tough to discard
even for Goodwill.
In pockets, surprises:
forgotten matches,
lost screws clinking on enamel;
paper clips, whatever they held
between shiny jaws, now
dissolved or clogging the drain;
well-washed dollars, legal tender
for all the debts public and private,
intact despite agitation;
and, gleaming in the maelstrom,
one bright dime,
broken necklace of good gold
you brought for Kuwait,
the strangely tailored shirt
left by a former lover. . . .
If you were to leave me,
if I were to fold
only my clothes,
the convexes and concaves
of my blouses, panties, stocking , bras
turned upon themselves,
a mountain of unsorted wash
could not fill
the empty side of the bed.
-Elisavietta Ritchie (b. 1932)
Laundry Help by ~SlayerWolf on deviantART
SlayerWolf. “Laundry Help.” 25 May 2007. Picture. DeviantART. 15 April 2009. http://slayerwolf.deviantart.com/art/Laundry-Help-56112412
I think of folding you
into my life.
Our king-sized sheets
like tablecloths
for the banquets of giants,
pillowcases, despite so many
washings, seams still
holding our dreams.
Towels patterned orange and green,
flowered pink and lavender,
gaudy, bought on sale,
reserved, we said, for the beach
refusing, even after years,
to bleach into respectability.
So many shirts and skirts and pants
recycling week after week, head over heels
recapitulating themselves.
All those wrinkles
to be smoothed, or else
ignored; they're in style.
Myriad uncoupled socks
which went to paired into the foam
like those creatures in the ark.
And what's shrunk
is tough to discard
even for Goodwill.
In pockets, surprises:
forgotten matches,
lost screws clinking on enamel;
paper clips, whatever they held
between shiny jaws, now
dissolved or clogging the drain;
well-washed dollars, legal tender
for all the debts public and private,
intact despite agitation;
and, gleaming in the maelstrom,
one bright dime,
broken necklace of good gold
you brought for Kuwait,
the strangely tailored shirt
left by a former lover. . . .
If you were to leave me,
if I were to fold
only my clothes,
the convexes and concaves
of my blouses, panties, stocking , bras
turned upon themselves,
a mountain of unsorted wash
could not fill
the empty side of the bed.
-Elisavietta Ritchie (b. 1932)
Laundry Help by ~SlayerWolf on deviantART
SlayerWolf. “Laundry Help.” 25 May 2007. Picture. DeviantART. 15 April 2009. http://slayerwolf.deviantart.com/art/Laundry-Help-56112412
Favorite Holiday
Blazing chunk of blocks in a basin
Crimson and bleached sweetmeat sticks
Sparkly coated timber
Glimmering glitter gazing outside
Chartreuse covered confection careless comforts
Boxes in their evening wear
Wire studded stars
Illumination fills the room
christmas by ~keijukaiset on deviantART
keijukaiset. "christmas." 20 December 2006. Picture. DeviantART. 15 April 2009. http://keijukaiset.deviantart.com/art/christmas-45048300
Crimson and bleached sweetmeat sticks
Sparkly coated timber
Glimmering glitter gazing outside
Chartreuse covered confection careless comforts
Boxes in their evening wear
Wire studded stars
Illumination fills the room
christmas by ~keijukaiset on deviantART
keijukaiset. "christmas." 20 December 2006. Picture. DeviantART. 15 April 2009. http://keijukaiset.deviantart.com/art/christmas-45048300
Shiny, Shiny, Shiny light
Shiny, shiny, shiny light
How I think of you each night
High above the big blue marble
Like a blaze in the dead nightfall
Shiny, shiny, shiny light
How I think of you each night
shiny by ~latv1a on deviantART
~latv1a. "Shiny." 4 August 2008. Picture. DeviantART. 14 April 2009. http://latv1a.deviantart.com/art/shiny-93769799
How I think of you each night
High above the big blue marble
Like a blaze in the dead nightfall
Shiny, shiny, shiny light
How I think of you each night
shiny by ~latv1a on deviantART
~latv1a. "Shiny." 4 August 2008. Picture. DeviantART. 14 April 2009. http://latv1a.deviantart.com/art/shiny-93769799
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Riddle Poem
Clang. Clang. Bang. Bang. Vroooom!!
I am a transporter of life
Delevery everything a human needs to survive
I purr like a tiger as I move along a concrete artery
I eat concrete and bugs for breakfast lunch and dinner
I am one astonishing beast
Im as bulky as a mountain
Yet can move faster than a cheetah
answer
To Question by =todo-el-mundo on deviantART
=todo-el-mundo. "To Question." 21 February 2008. Picture. DeviantART. 15 April 2009. http://todo-el-mundo.deviantart.com/art/To-Question-78043862
I am a transporter of life
Delevery everything a human needs to survive
I purr like a tiger as I move along a concrete artery
I eat concrete and bugs for breakfast lunch and dinner
I am one astonishing beast
Im as bulky as a mountain
Yet can move faster than a cheetah
answer
To Question by =todo-el-mundo on deviantART
=todo-el-mundo. "To Question." 21 February 2008. Picture. DeviantART. 15 April 2009. http://todo-el-mundo.deviantart.com/art/To-Question-78043862
Need a Warning?
100% fuller PASSION Lifted to the skies! Low Life XXL
MIND-BENDING ROLE PLAY Sun-Kissed romance
Out of Round PINK more than skin deep
WARNING! IT BREATHS.
MAKING THE MOST OF EVERY THING TWISTED
thiS StUffS hOt so...? kiss me the young at heart new body!
xtreme guys hands-on ALWAYS FRESH ALWAYS JUICY
getting grilled kiss me, you fool! GeT fReSh BrEaTh.
Ladies and gentlemen HANDLE IT hottest [ Dirt defying ] Adventure
Magazine Clipping Brushes by ~AlenaJay on deviantART
AlenaJay. "Magazine Clipping Brushes." 9 October 2006. Picture. DeviantART. 27 April 2009. http://alenajay.deviantart.com/art/Magazine-Clipping-Brushes-41134738
MIND-BENDING ROLE PLAY Sun-Kissed romance
Out of Round PINK more than skin deep
WARNING! IT BREATHS.
MAKING THE MOST OF EVERY THING TWISTED
thiS StUffS hOt so...? kiss me the young at heart new body!
xtreme guys hands-on ALWAYS FRESH ALWAYS JUICY
getting grilled kiss me, you fool! GeT fReSh BrEaTh.
Ladies and gentlemen HANDLE IT hottest [ Dirt defying ] Adventure
Magazine Clipping Brushes by ~AlenaJay on deviantART
AlenaJay. "Magazine Clipping Brushes." 9 October 2006. Picture. DeviantART. 27 April 2009. http://alenajay.deviantart.com/art/Magazine-Clipping-Brushes-41134738
Magenta Black
On most days you will find me a bright magenta.
Girly, pretty & caring
Loving, compassionate & alive
Full of energy, vibrant & wild
Carefree, standing out in a crowd
But every once in awhile I'm black as night.
Bad tempered, the trouble maker
Distant from the world
Mysterious, weary, annoyed
Rebellious, disappointed
Yet still sexy & sleek
Either way I'm usually showing my smiles!
1958 Bel Air by *focallength on deviantARTFocallength. "1958 Bel Air." 3 October 2007. Picture. DeviantART. 14 April 2009. http://focallength.deviantart.com/art/1958-Bel-Air-66447860
Acronym Poem
Smiley
Happy
Interesting
Lively
Youth
Nice
Naughty
A.mazing
Cute
Obsesive
Loving
Weird
Entertaining
Lost
Lighthearted
Happy
Interesting
Lively
Youth
Nice
Naughty
A.mazing
Cute
Obsesive
Loving
Weird
Entertaining
Lost
Lighthearted
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