Sunday, August 5, 2007
Monday, July 30, 2007
what is it that draws me,,
like a moth unto your flame...
what is it that holds me there,,
despite my inner pain..
what is it about you,,
for i know not your face, or name..
is it the chance that i might see myself,,
in your eyes once again????
Posted by paisley at 6:26 PM
Friday, July 27, 2007
this regret is a river running
through night, black and bubbly—
seeping black covers me—I am
intangible but for a trickling whisper
plus an unexpected sparkle, cold-fast
sliver surfacing and sinking all
lost petals, skim past, severed
fragrant images of sorrow, sadness,
suffering—the water is cold
and clean but will not pacify my
parched lips that, like my heart,
are sore and bruised, contrite
and fluttering too late
Posted by paisley at 7:21 AM
Thursday, July 26, 2007
as effortlessly as the exhailed breath
that dissapates into the cold of the night
it came and now is gone..
Posted by paisley at 9:34 AM
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Saturday, July 21, 2007
"For most of us the most common relationship is possession.
In our minds we think we own and possess cars, houses, golf clubs and even people.
"I want you", and "You are mine alone", is a common theme.
In reality, it is not possible to possess anything.
Care for..yes. Use...yes. But possess...no.
Posted by paisley at 7:04 AM