Ran on the Run

Saturday, April 22, 2006

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Sunday, March 19, 2006

hollow

a dream

empty street

empty heart

empty world

empty life

get me out

lift me up

pull me through

take me back

hope its really a dream

a passing delusion

just momentary

mere transitory

keep me safe

from this dream

from this world

back to you

Friday, March 17, 2006

A broken Bell
I couldn't figure out why it was there

I remembered a terrifying dream,
But none of the details

I didn't want to think about it,
So I buried it under the swings,
Out in the backyard

No one will ever know...

If no one knows,
It can be the same as if it never happened at all

So I'm secretly rewriting my memories

I've buried that scary drean.

Because it never happened.

Lain

Sunday, January 22, 2006

Rio Grande

once innovative

now classic

always authentic

Saturday, December 31, 2005

311205

final dusk..

last twilight..

did you hear the sky say goodbye...?

Saturday, December 10, 2005

'Every hour wounds. The last one kills.'

-Old saying

They took her to the cemet'ry
In a big ol' Cadillac
They took her to the cemet'ry
But they did not bring her back

-Old Song

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

In Which It Says...

"Stories are like spiders, with they long legs, and stories are
like spider-webs, which man gets himself all tangled up in but
which look so pretty when you see them under a leaf in the
morning dew and in the elegant way that they connect to one
another, each to each."

[Neil Gaiman]