Thursday, December 31, 2009
A position
It seems as if I have found something I need to do. Take pictures. Record what I see. Tell people what I know before I take these days for granted, one by one, two by two.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Power of Cyan
This is the kind of power that gets buildings built
Then tears them down again
From the hands of humans
I'd love to be Picasso
Because then I'd at least
I'd see in colors
Everyone has those
Days draped in Gray
And I want cyan
And it will be so.
We're all trapped
In an
Antfarm of brakelights
Writing on the walls in the dark
I'd love to be Picasso
Because then I'd at least
I'd see in colors
Everyone has those
Days draped in Gray
And I want cyan
And it will be so.
Then tears them down again
From the hands of humans
I'd love to be Picasso
Because then I'd at least
I'd see in colors
Everyone has those
Days draped in Gray
And I want cyan
And it will be so.
We're all trapped
In an
Antfarm of brakelights
Writing on the walls in the dark
I'd love to be Picasso
Because then I'd at least
I'd see in colors
Everyone has those
Days draped in Gray
And I want cyan
And it will be so.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Informal
When the lie fails
When the law fails
Maybe my life
Isn't
Draped with garlands
But at least
I'm full of
pawn shop promises
An anger subsidy
Trained like mass effects
Robots
Robots
They need to speak colloquially.
I feel a creeping
Uncertainty
An anger subsidy
Training
They need to speak colloquially.
When the law fails
Maybe my life
Isn't
Draped with garlands
But at least
I'm full of
pawn shop promises
An anger subsidy
Trained like mass effects
Robots
Robots
They need to speak colloquially.
I feel a creeping
Uncertainty
An anger subsidy
Training
They need to speak colloquially.
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