tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34969102011-07-30T17:03:23.131-07:00have you had your monthly phyx?death to the infidel.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.comBlogger811100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-61130930099107983152009-08-08T11:19:00.000-07:002009-08-16T11:38:45.610-07:00the long winding path seems lonelier with each stepevery wind's dark howl speaks of raina foolish man's heart still struggles to acceptrelishing amidst the torrents of pain. she watches. undecided.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-10996479079766503282009-08-01T13:31:00.000-07:002009-08-01T13:32:01.259-07:00sorry. there's nth much else to say.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-7653047618303189882009-03-08T23:59:00.000-07:002009-03-08T23:59:00.950-07:00ode to a chocolate sundae i ate on a sunday night.returning home i bought a cup of chocolate sundaeeating it as i took a breaksensational as it was, it didn't last very longtwo to three minutes was all it would takewhen i continued on my way it dawned upon meespecially in the midnight heatlast time i ate a sundae so cold and creamylast time i ate a sundae it was also so sweetdong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-46481042852603270482009-02-08T10:07:00.000-08:002009-02-08T10:07:01.096-08:00must ballads sing of turtledoves?yesterday's hopes and unrequitted love?must all roads do come to an endequations if balanced, do balances equate?an act if condoned, can it not be sinnested within sugarcoats of reason and justin a moment so blessed by all to rejoiceneed man be borne with evil in his heartgiven for the purpose of malice and lustto wreck havoc and burn the fires brighton the dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-69828720162144939572008-07-18T04:43:00.000-07:002008-07-18T13:43:52.381-07:00a distant gust of chilly windsdescend as frost mourns into bonemorning brings her darkest sinsin break of light she casts thee gonetime, the balm to soothe all woundsticks deep into his gaping gashat dawn there cometh not one a soundnor breath from where a crumpled hashcontrived, a human's flesh morassexpires in the heart of her.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-31014059413917146772008-04-08T19:40:00.000-07:002008-04-12T19:42:01.372-07:00Sudden seabreeze knocks sense into cloudy eyesand acts dissolve into naked lieslong drawn whisper of waves ashorevacationers giggling and flesh galorealone in a midst of a paradise skytasting the saltiness of kisses goodbyein rolling waves and frothing brineone wish to turn tears into winenostalgia drowns the dreams divine.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-29242723076976539992008-01-08T08:45:00.000-08:002008-01-14T09:04:48.738-08:00waking moments fade into a timeless dimensionincognito she lays stilltil the moment is ripe and thehour is upon heryesterday's chores remain today'sobligationsubiquitous presence ofan unrested soul stilllingers amongst the thick senselessnesswearing thin on his sanityand yet the white dress on heryouthful svelte formsays nothing more.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-46549616618190990302007-09-08T09:07:00.000-07:002007-10-02T09:11:43.891-07:00if the best laid plans of mice and menwere carried to perfectionif underlays and overheadssustained the insurrectionhad i left for home fromyonder southon earning my keep and factionundo my sin ofleaving so to ease myown extractionvis-a-vis your presence thusextracts my full contention.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-56091145134849402842007-08-08T09:57:00.000-07:002007-08-14T17:29:58.265-07:00little black dots fill up that spacein a not so death-defying pacekeeping track of tone of baseexpound imaginationthey know nothing of her faulther nonchalant air of unnerving haughteven her bouts of mischevious naughtdefy emancipationend to end they pile on highsands of sooty earthern dyeeluding catchers in the ryeresound exonerationthrough lines they sing their songs of springshades of grey anddong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-78838528993173416432007-07-08T09:25:00.000-07:002007-07-15T11:01:19.030-07:00i wandered through fiction to look for the truthnever to turn back in timeechoes of silence they shout back at meeyes that see darkness go blinddemons descend with the pages i turnto rest their cold feet by the seaover mountains i walked and then you were there sayingstand on the edge here with meundo all your doingsrecall all your callingsvanish with me here tonightin time they will find usvisusdong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-80947293859229984882007-06-08T09:16:00.000-07:002008-12-09T18:14:39.506-08:003000dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-24365725002136162872007-05-08T21:23:00.000-07:002007-05-12T22:08:10.540-07:00have you heard the sound of silenceechoing through the agesfilling up that void of spacelong enough to thus eraseepicurean pleasures andempathy insidestoic illusionsfreely resideresonance shatters what little is leftof the binds that hold amind so deftat twisting and turning a reality of naughtfiscal endeavours at beckon of draughtall lay to waste in a land of frostrender escape lest all be lostdong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-70563868108696045042007-04-08T04:57:00.000-07:002007-04-09T05:48:50.219-07:00slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendoureyes grow weak andembrace the darkness tenderkings and queens shall bowshould you ever turn back nowhere is somethingeven the devil can't denyrest, my friendnuance's lullabyend your fearsxenogeny oftime's old slavespray you'll stayreeled in ardency divineease your pain, with the salve of eventideyou shall now never need to hide.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-87830375796209089842007-03-08T21:12:00.000-08:002007-03-10T21:35:38.707-08:00may all who seteyes upon youremember the timeemotions went wildlike a plague thatyou carryaround to spreadseeds of despair into theheart of man whicheat into the very essence hislife shall holdlosing the battle.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1171895633329771512007-02-08T06:13:00.000-08:002007-02-19T06:33:53.340-08:00the rain is starting againheat is such a fleeting pleasureits sadsomehow they don't agree with mebut i guess we were never the sameold men can only see theirdays of yoreyoung ones relent thatlife's such a boreas the sun dips beyond the riveryesterday's shadow creeps hitherdong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1168875808110545522007-01-08T07:40:00.000-08:002007-01-15T07:43:28.120-08:00falling, tumbling, plummetinganiversariesremembering why this wasand yetwhy i shouldn't, couldn't, didn'tanswer myself this:yesterday.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1165754271684330532006-12-08T04:26:00.000-08:002006-12-10T04:37:51.696-08:00they sit there on the benchon days of sunny summerno frills no worries or moralson a ground with crawling antstalk is cheap they sayor so it seemsmostly inaneor so she meansrestless and eagerroving aboutof stolen glanceswithout a doubtsoul degeneratedong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1163258442573864842006-11-08T07:20:00.000-08:002006-11-11T07:20:42.583-08:00flat effectreality whisks by from where i sitonly data holds any significancemathematical mysteriesthey unfold before me on my screenrunning within the confinementinside those lines of codecontains my ticket to freedomkeeping me whole for the next nine hourslittle else matters mucheveryday is but a fleeting momentso many and all the samethey say that work may dull a manor fill his heart with dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1160913395291852032006-10-08T03:57:00.000-07:002006-10-15T04:56:35.410-07:00again and again she beckonsdrive the nail deeper she saysreticulated streams they flowin an awkward sort of waynestled within her bosom lieskisses of tender lovethe thought of moonflowers andof snakes and turtledovessmothered cries of despairon quiet nights they soundrelease this soul into the worldremove these chains that boundover water and miles betweenwhat once was then is now has been.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1159281221214690522006-09-22T08:59:00.000-07:002006-09-26T07:33:41.216-07:00in darkness she sought to redeem his soul. the blind man's heart. darker than coal.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1155050063515247042006-08-08T08:09:00.000-07:002006-08-08T08:16:09.386-07:00merovingian mandate hath brought him thusyonder shall he now gonetraverse the waters to conquer new realmahebban the head of romenone shall stand to block his paththe bill and bord his mightengulf thine lands with one fell swoopdoth darkness fall in nightbut hark he this in silent soundlamenting feorranone army with a thousand strengthsoust not a heorte berstandraca breath a hellish bryne; quell dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1152492386748495422006-07-07T16:11:00.000-07:002006-07-09T17:46:26.790-07:00on crimson skies and torrid rainfriends near and far are gathered againso what if our mirth is so-called inaneoblivious to time and tide.no doubt our lives may twist and turnguts may wrench and hearts should burnand whatever that may be of concernnestles close to haunt us so,destiny brings good tidings we findregardless we meet make merry and dinehere our memories mellow like wineyesterday never dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1149831738096082832006-06-08T08:26:00.000-07:002006-06-08T22:42:18.156-07:00if time could have another gothe dice would roll asaving throwhave everything done to save her soulin whatever possible waythen why not we regress some moreand stop the wars thatnations beforedecimated our forefathers of yoremany more in fact that they slayif this was done would we all have wonshall this ostentatious re-runsave today?dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1144465113673505002006-04-07T18:48:00.001-07:002006-04-07T19:58:33.686-07:00within this mortal shell he lurkshither in shadows of doubteager to plunder kill and hurtnow do i hearthe sordid taleshellfires burn their tongueseviscerate these swinesdeath is a sweet sweet smellempty his brains outverdict is mine alonein this world that is my courtroomlast time i checkedfuck was still a vulgarityindignation is for the weaknot even oncedon'tsuccumbdong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1142239573804062092006-03-07T18:13:00.000-08:002006-03-13T00:46:14.830-08:00twists and turnsin truth he burnsmind-flaying sooth-sayingexacted returnsso lies a pathlong treacherousirrationalkeep walking and he willeventually learntwists and turnsheathen she burnsenchantingsuch wantingexpected returnsdong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1139391479772794642006-02-08T02:00:00.000-08:002006-02-08T01:39:15.173-08:00hiatus.if words could placesuch foolish graceround the turmoil withina certain resolvegratitude would evolveestranged a heart with sinperhaps comes the daylove's agents oft saya cold stone turns to meltchase dreams in the nightascend and take flightthis feeling you feel's never feltexpound on what's past - the shadows we've castsome things words could never have spelt.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1136751468322812252006-01-07T12:17:00.000-08:002006-01-08T12:17:48.383-08:00a water runs still into the blightsilently slithering eating the night.defiled within the cisterns of hateeternal damnation of bile-bitter ruthan old lonely vessel sails past the gatetraversing this viscous devourer of truthheathen this soul that stumbles thus farechoes of fiendish howls shatter his willxanthic a piece so plain yet bazaartosses he this to the boatman's tillrun! his destiny has dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1134449955075300402005-12-07T11:45:00.000-08:002005-12-12T21:01:35.190-08:00torn and tatteredhands ripped apartexposed and batteredwounding the weak at heartopponents commence theirrelentless assaultleave none left to beardeem no one at faulta spirit thus killswith no remorsea small price to billin time and due coursethe blood that flows in constant streamso floods the soul - heinous verbatim.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1131480936712380202005-11-07T08:59:00.000-08:002005-11-08T12:15:36.746-08:00netheroriginal fragments have come and gonelooking for that which they so soughtonly that which could make the wholeone - a holistic unity; singularitykill switch.in a flash there isnothing but a presencegiven meaning by mimesisbegging for an answera question to the answercould the world ever fathom the lightness of her being?kill the fool; the scribe; the all ever-seeing.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1128788475615647852005-10-08T08:59:00.000-07:002005-10-08T09:21:15.656-07:00the night holds her secrets withinheathen spirits, forsaken kinethereal ones in search of peacefriend or foei mock and teasenightmares of yore return to hauntalluring demise shall come to tauntleaving none but conscious thoughtchasms of memories left to rotunchained melodies lull my headendless lament awaits in my bed.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1126124879404116502005-09-07T12:02:00.000-07:002005-09-07T13:27:59.456-07:00apathylost emotions aboundascensionsoultrain tracks winding downtestimonyempowers the fool on the hillmessiahblind faith with the license to killrelinquishall thoughts and worldly desirescan love rekindleembedded firesdong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1123614129190729662005-08-07T09:51:00.000-07:002005-08-09T12:02:44.003-07:00mister mistoffelees took a walkyesteryears of follytell a tale of peasant talkin drunken melancholymagical jests of fun and gleeend oft on the sandman's touchinane shall be for the fool is hesuch stories never mattered muchdeath's agents lay close as the fatal doseuntells a prevarication as such.end game.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1120773911149420962005-07-07T14:09:00.000-07:002005-07-07T15:05:11.183-07:00no moonbeam's glowor sunlit shinewould conferr thy blissonto darkness divinerelease my soulreveal thy formyesterday's secretsnostalgia shall scornoriginal sinrefractory gainfree rad'cals withinexacting the painare words soft spokenred permanent stains?dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1118298060193445312005-06-08T08:27:00.000-07:002005-06-08T23:21:00.216-07:00ghosts of yesteryear lingeron where no man thus travels yonder listless relentless incessantinherit the thoughts which we pondervultures their concentric flight eager to taste the first biteyet the agent of death takes his timeopportune at the perish of light uttering muttering hypocrisy riles a river full of furylashing upon the tormented soulinvention of hell's dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1115489459138861852005-05-07T10:47:00.000-07:002005-05-07T11:10:59.160-07:00wanderers of a lost fate heathen be your callyesterday may hold dear to youa mere memory's recall recollecting the piecesephiphany of the fallyule-tide blessingsold turkey and hamunder the twilight mistletoeholding your hand escaping to the great unknown reaping what little of which have sowneven in death, solitude shall own.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1113080945794574312005-04-07T12:47:00.000-07:002005-04-09T14:09:05.793-07:00whence forth you camehow time has paston baited breatha shadow's castreturn thy being embalmed and chasteyouth's splendour years old lovers wasteuntil we meet again.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1105125967953539332005-01-07T22:00:00.000-08:002005-01-07T11:26:07.953-08:00one
girl has always been there.
on days of squalor she comforts me
on some days she just smiles
discerning smiles saying nothing
burns away with a twilight glow
youth and vigor and all in stow
extinguishes now when the light zephyrs blow.
dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1102523648075035262004-12-08T07:59:00.000-08:002004-12-08T08:34:08.076-08:00two
an ordinary guy
no great achievements
does what he is told
believes in what he believes
eventually grows old with time
so very old
this life
ordinary and uneventful
finds its meaning
lying in simple pleasures
uncensored and uncouth
cherish the feeling
kiss.
dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1099844582937227302004-11-07T09:22:00.000-08:002004-11-07T08:23:02.936-08:00three
chasing these dreams
of a visual truth
nights pass and years
gone as the youth
reccesses into age
a promise of being
the thought of her yet
unreal but seeing
lingering impressions
allures me in sooth
to seek this queer destiny
in search of the proof
one story is told and is now
nearing it's end
soon.
dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1098133774864630552004-10-18T13:48:00.000-07:002004-10-18T14:09:34.866-07:00he had that feeling
that his life
was a self-fulfilling prophecy
that would realise
no matter how hard
he tried to
avoid
it
fear.
is what drives him
to run
from his friends
from his family
from his visions
from his destiny
from his love
fear of the future
fear of the forgone
fear of
you
dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1094991736810640562004-09-12T04:59:00.000-07:002004-09-12T05:22:16.810-07:00hey babe.
don't know if you're reading this.
but if you are, you must be really bored.
there are so many things i want to tell you
so many things i must say
and i think i'm ready to talk now
so if you're reading this, babe
contact me
please.
dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1093931721608446282004-08-30T22:36:00.000-07:002004-08-30T22:55:21.606-07:00bloodlust.
a time will come
when the body is weak
and the mind is bent
but the will
of such firm and resolute
resolve
realises its form
this windigo
consumes everything in its path
mere seconds
a battle is lost and won
a moment of anguish
and the day is done.
dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1091261192043983142004-07-30T23:24:00.000-07:002004-07-31T01:06:32.043-07:00i've always wondered about
how
where and
when
yet not once has
why
ever stopped me.
she has come along
to unsettle me from my course
and now it seems...
that i may still be found.
it had to be you. why.
dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1088522293116307592004-06-29T07:58:00.000-07:002004-06-29T08:18:13.116-07:00his last days were filled with sad smiles.
not too eager to please
yet he hated to disappoint.
an elaborate scheme
just so that they may live on
neither courage nor cowardice
could justify such an act.
such bravado
such stupidity
not that she din try
not that she wouldn't have
but she had her own life to live
and after all, she was there
through it all
the last glimmer of light
waning
in this dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1084640676514848382004-05-15T09:37:00.000-07:002004-05-15T10:04:36.513-07:00my old friend...
glad that you've come to visit
please...
make yourself at home
it's been so long since we've
caught up
i thought you were gone
for good
all these days i've been busy
with this and that
and you've been away for many moons
now that you're back
maybe we should hang around
paint the town
red
i don't know
who you are
i don't know
who i am
but let's go find out
anyway
in a way...dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1083864990324759182004-05-06T09:59:00.000-07:002004-05-06T10:40:52.280-07:00cinders and ashes.
the charred remains of
a novel construction
razed
to the earth.
5 years.
the longest days.
and for a moment
it was all worth it.
and yet the infernal descent
consumed it all.
the brilliance of the flame.
blinding, blistering
smothering smoke
no one knows how long
it burned.
a week?
2 days?
yet who can forget
the scorch of the blaze.
the fury of that demonic flame.
and that
dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1082037315349569022004-04-15T06:52:00.000-07:002004-04-15T06:59:23.153-07:00so close i could
smell the sweet scent in your hair
so real i could
almost caress you.
the long hours we would spend
conversing
about the many things
i could never remember
but it was pleasant
all the same.
i opened my eyes and you ceased to be.
the phantasmagoria in my head.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1081829543261787092004-04-12T20:44:00.000-07:002004-04-12T21:16:05.640-07:00-to my little furry friend-
a splotch of blue
a dab more of black
tone up the hue
or it'll be all out of whack
a flurry of fingers.
a death-defying pace.
lo and behold!
the magic
of grace.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1080753362734715332004-03-31T07:34:00.000-08:002004-03-31T09:18:39.873-08:00the unexplainable
feeling of lightness...
semiconscious
pulsations
in the inner recesses of the brain
dizzy
drowsy
fading off to the netherworld
the only thing better than trance
is you.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1078050778800049332004-02-29T01:52:00.000-08:002004-02-29T02:37:18.326-08:00along the edge of the rising tide
i saunter across with you close beside
hand in hand
unhurried we go
we savour the breeze
and sand in our toes
you smile and your eyes
they shine with the stars
for this moment of truth
an eternity could pass
and thus i am, before the night is through
on this long lonely beach, counting the moons with you.
dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1075282413654027522004-01-27T23:06:00.000-08:002004-01-28T01:35:07.123-08:00a picture.
taken by one so inept
off-focus
with subjects which lack
composure
mistimed and askew
and lighting
directed off view
memories
lay buried in the deep
a picture.
is all that i can keepdong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1072845336869605872003-12-30T20:35:00.000-08:002003-12-30T20:36:42.343-08:00as the curtains gently close
and the lights start to dim
the actors begin to pose
for what apparently seems
like the final scene and act
in this god-forsaken play
of endless lament for that
which has long been gone away
the lights resume
the actions commence
yet this pathetic plot
had ended long hence
.goodbye 03.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1070046777046951132003-11-28T11:12:00.000-08:002003-11-28T11:13:30.903-08:00hark fair maiden,
for who doth thou sing?
your wispy hair abraiden
starts a rhythmic swing
temptress! your eyes they draw me
with their nonchalant demise
yet reveal where deep within thee
the inferno for your passions reprise
hath angels cometh to weave their tune
amidst the lyrics of thy song?
for your voice hath lingered many a moon
tis to you my heart truly doth belong
for thou these lands dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1064928404024138132003-09-30T06:26:00.000-07:002003-09-30T06:26:43.796-07:00i gave you everything
that i could possibly give you
my time, my money
my solomn promise.
you took everything
that i could possibly give you
my memories, my pride
my one love.
but now
there is only one thing
one thing that i so desire
one thing that only you can give back to me
the peace in my soul.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1061413473083885902003-08-20T14:04:00.000-07:002003-08-20T14:04:33.073-07:00the story of a girl.
once there was a girl
the girl had a dog without a tail
the girl loved her dog
the dog loved the girl too
and all was good
days went by
the girl couldn't tell whether the dog liked her
because the dog could not wag his tail
but the dog played with the girl
and the girl played with her dog
and all was good
one day
the girl decided that the dog did not like her
and sent the dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-1057394553563413542003-07-05T01:42:00.000-07:002003-07-05T01:42:33.616-07:00sitting on the frozen throne
high above these glacial peaks
the pathetic souls who grovel and moan
spew forth to the light they so long to seek
wretched beings from the infinite depths
dwelling in darkness, they live to forget
the endless torment in their bleak, boundless night
i sit atop and scoff at their plight.
-ode to my dearest callersdong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-953341232003-06-05T10:03:00.000-07:002003-06-05T10:19:04.000-07:00pain is but human.
damn this mortal shell
frail and feeble
falling apart
too weak
and much too slow
cuts bruises sprains
all take their toll
perhaps they are only human.
but they can go to hell
never gave a damn when i was little
ain't never gonna start.
once i found salvation it seemed
yet my eyes fell open and i had dreamed.
abandonment.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-948650292003-05-25T10:19:00.000-07:002003-05-28T10:09:24.000-07:00fractions angles geometry
yet nothing was learnt
nouns verbs adjectives
yet there was none
but after all
she was away from her chair
pretending to be a tapdancer
singing her french songs
in her own damn world
Again.
what happened to exams?
doesn't my effort even mean anything??!!
blood boils
as i stand up
outraged.
Again.
and she stared at me
with those puppy eyes.
she sits down.
and for a dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-930284722003-04-21T22:13:00.000-07:002003-04-21T22:13:53.530-07:00to bleed
the lifeblood of
youth
to let go of the
innocence that used to be
you
fallen once and
time again
look only to death
and never to pain.
an ode to cs1101c.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-912338042003-03-23T10:57:00.000-08:002003-03-23T10:57:29.436-08:00missing.
life is a great big void.
whatever i do, whatever i've done.
i don't know
and
i don't care
it doesn't matter.
it never mattered
she's not even here
and
i'm not even there.
just doing what i do
no rhyme nor reason nor cause
just keep on doing
no start nor end nor pause
caught within the web of apathy
i bleed just to know i'm alive.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-892304182003-02-17T01:13:00.000-08:002003-02-17T01:13:11.586-08:00nothing left to say
but
thank you
sorry
i love you.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-878553492003-01-22T11:35:00.000-08:002003-01-22T11:35:40.983-08:00with every day comes grief
with every hour breeds lament
with every moment passes an eternity
yet eternity is damnation
this sword
who knows no sorrow
shall bear no guilt
nor misery
nor deceit
this sword shall know not mercy
come with me, mon amie
for this sword shall cleanse thy blood
dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-870949732003-01-07T20:07:00.000-08:002003-01-07T20:07:06.706-08:00BOOOOOOO...Jyasuminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12342918059874952286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-867835002003-01-01T03:33:00.000-08:002003-01-01T03:33:38.233-08:00welcome to a new year.
to new experiences.
to new hopes.
to new dreams.
welcome to new faces.
to new voices.
to new acquiantances.
to new personalities.
welcome to life.
and to death.
bring it on.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-862813232002-12-19T11:00:00.000-08:002002-12-19T11:00:05.060-08:00a song
somehow, somewhere out there, lies you and me
which is easier, building a fence or whacking a fence down?
which is simpler, constructing a highway, or just walk a road out from your feet?
which is better, to be rich in $ or rich in soul?
which is for a change, me or me?
parallel or crossed, beaten or won, around or seeken out, which stand are you taking?
or are you expecting relaconnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-860362272002-12-15T10:12:00.000-08:002002-12-15T10:12:59.100-08:00pride.
foolish knave of a bruised ego
fighting on for some cause
so blind with fury
so wrought with agony
so lost
haven't you given enough?
your life, your soul, your happiness
love.
the pain consumes the tattered remenants of humanity.
slay the beast within.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-845366702002-11-14T10:37:00.000-08:002002-11-14T10:37:43.526-08:00look not back upon what has past
of all that were, but some will last
visage of evil, lies and deceit
enshroud the true light of which we seek
have all the men who cometh to claim
unwary of paths so laden with pain
reduced great knights to whimpering fools
those once see their sight to lose
still young dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-839521642002-11-03T01:19:00.000-08:002002-11-14T10:34:06.000-08:00solitude.
she sits by the corner
looking
at me
never
uttering a word
never
making a sound
all this while
childhood friend
close companion
she shares my pain
in her cold embrace
i find
solace.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-830731602002-10-16T11:18:00.000-07:002002-10-16T11:18:38.550-07:00her back.
kept looking.
thinking she was her.
knowing she wasn't.
and she never will.
cognoscence of every soft curve. the wispy hair. the silky skin.
if only i could reach out. a whiff of familiar scent. a feel of supple skin. to hold her again.
if only.
a quick turn. the face of a mere acquaintance.
hi. and bye.
dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-820030782002-09-23T10:59:00.000-07:002002-09-23T10:59:32.536-07:00simple and clean.
why can't life just be so? no greed. no hate. no complication.
how we all hate complication.
Wish I could prove I love you
But does that mean I have to walk on water?
When we are older you'll understand
It's enough when I say so
And maybe some things are that simple
- simple and clean (utada hikaru)
some of us just don't get it.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-809647692002-08-31T11:55:00.000-07:002002-09-17T22:30:04.000-07:00memories live on.
fragments of the ancient lingering on to haunt the present.
some say that they make us stronger.
some say that they've made us who we are.
i say that sometimes, they serve as our guiding light. so that we don't lose ourselves along the way.
i've died for her memory.
yet i live on in search of it.
may that day never come.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-776526032002-06-12T06:46:00.000-07:002002-06-12T06:46:54.613-07:00money.
is that all life is about?
all the poor souls spending their entire lives in pursuit of that which is materialistically worthy. pitiful?
perhaps not. for many, this need for wealth is akin to a carrot on a stick. a propellant to which would otherwise remain stagnant and idle. for sloth is no uncommon amongst man. but alas, greed does often overcome sloth.
new clothes. new equipment. new dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-774160052002-06-06T05:46:00.000-07:002002-06-06T05:46:54.973-07:00kids.
void of the past.
light of the future.
darkness of today.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-767607672002-05-20T09:15:00.000-07:002002-05-20T09:15:26.833-07:00it's nice to know that not everything has a happy ending.
of all the times the bad guys lose and the good guys win, it's nice to know that some bad guys tried to be good and good guys are just dumb.
maybe some good guys are not necessarily all that good and bad guys may not be all that evil after all.
it's nice when you hero dies and the bad guys win. or when the hero's love interest dies leavingdong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-767123212002-05-18T21:07:00.000-07:002002-05-18T21:07:16.330-07:00the sun is raging. the heat bearing down on every inch of our skins.
yet some of us are just suckers for punishment. defiant? i call it suicidal.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-766632082002-05-17T09:39:00.000-07:002002-05-17T09:39:04.360-07:00triumphant.
somehow it's different from the last time.
somehow the feeling's just not the same anymore.
a part of me's still caught in the middle. i share their joy. and also the sadness.
torn.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-764950792002-05-13T06:58:00.000-07:002002-05-13T06:58:32.126-07:00everything in life has its firsts.
so happened that today was my first time.
what a wonderful feeling.
i know, many people around me's probably done it, maybe even on a regular basis, but for me, the experience was heavenly.
as i felt her smooth gentle touch, i could not help but caress her every curve.
couldn't get my hands off her.
and as i moved her up and down, the ecstacy was astounding. dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-764629552002-05-12T09:58:00.000-07:002002-05-12T09:58:46.780-07:00the heat... the searing heat that resides in my head.
burning all that dwell within. consuming with it's viscious intensity all thought, all memory, all emotion.
all that's left is the heat. the demon from the past who's come to lay claim on the remanent of my sanity.
pillage and plunder for all i'm worth.
and now i live. only to hope for a tommorow.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-763432282002-05-09T07:03:00.000-07:002002-05-09T07:03:22.706-07:00work.
many would regard this as a neccessary evil. few really like doing what they do for a living and even fewer actually earn enough money from doing what they like. no matter. what WOULD we (or at least fully-employed adults) do without work? enforcing our inter-personal and inter-community relationships, doing voluntary beneficial tasks and in so doing constructing a utopic society?
get real.dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-762549252002-05-07T01:12:00.000-07:002002-05-07T01:18:15.000-07:00strange isn't it?dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496910.post-762548452002-05-07T01:07:00.000-07:002002-05-07T01:07:44.573-07:00welcome to my collection of nonsensical ramblings.
a biproduct from the multifaceted thought processes in the organic processor.
do NOT be offended by whatever may possibly appear in the upcoming posts. none of this should ever be taken seriously in any perspective.
logic plays no part in the generation of the literature featured within.
may this be our disclaimer for now and always.
dong.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753519677813586340noreply@blogger.com0