The Affinity

There was something about the old man's voice; it was as though I knew it. I was trying to remember. But everything was still black. I had no sense of self. I was surely dead.

Sunday Sonnet: Eulogy

Extraordinary being, tender light Of clemency by which my pen is writing, Hand, blessed, that guides my path out of the night, And heals this chest, and calms this spirit's fighting,

Cot death

I dream so, oh so, so high of ye Night and the soul wilt rest And raise me on an oncoming cloud Aloft to my angel, my angel child That winged my hearts flutters with joy

Loving assassin

As he turned round, he caught her eye. He stared deeper into the sapphire blue, that was the most beautiful pair of eyes he had ever seen, and probably ever would.

What Happens

What happens if you die Will I get a get a call saying you are gone Do I break down and cry on the stairs Will I try to fight it away Will false feelings fall through my hands

Not Quite So Poetic

Tonight, I'm a train-wreck not for any deep reason or choice but simply that I have the flu: sobered up only to get sick possible causes there are many but from my point of view,

Why I Don't Support Barack Obama

As brevity is the soul of wit, and I have other things on my plate, I'll be brief.

Grandson of Orange County

IPOW 26/09/08 Son of Orange County: Frank Zappa and the Mothers, Roxy and Elsewhere, Discreet Records 1974 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UAf71o8f27E

A Beautiful Find

Is it because ...?

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