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Desperately Looking...
HI there, I am in search of a Toronto show Poster from 2016. With the Blue Jay on it... Pay a good price! please let me know Thanks
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Pearl Jam photography project
You know every time Pearl Jam is coming to Argentina I do some crazy countdown to deal with my anxiety. This time I decided to share this project called: The picture kept - A Pearl Jam photography project. It´s a photo per day related to the band until march 18th. You can follow the contdown on my facebook…
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Her pain
I'll never forgive you I'll never forget The hate within her pain Designed to drive me away I'll never kiss you I'll never ask why The hate in her face Designed to hypnotize
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Blood
I am ready I am willing I can't wait To be with you I have seen A better day I had no fear Of being lame I am ready To mop the floor I am willing To be here No more
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Walks Among The Stars
Sorry, world, Canada’s closed today There’s been a death in the family Worry, unfurled, our comfort betrayed Please grant us amnesty Words don’t do it justice The essential substance A giant who walked amongst us His unwillingness to show reluctance With deflated hearts Both dull and heavy Don’t say goodbye “See you in…
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10/21/00
Back down here Shannon the earth is soft & green. Small lot by the edge with the drop down gate. Second show is at nine, so we've got time. We'll have Soup 'til the doors open. Wish you could make it, Shannon. Perhaps we'll see you tomorrow or the next day, maybe years, but we'll see you & you can play us something new.…
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2:16am - an ode to poopy dipers
Eh, fuck it. Too wiped out to type it out.
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Not seen, between
not seen between the range of sight electron small there’s a pure zone that exists (I believe) on a great day, sitting with co-exist it’s warm! maybe it’s no more than spiritual harmony? stay with it it exists on the vibrations of unexamined enjoyment felt not seen being together a few people can live in that place…
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Jeopardy
There's forgetful codgers, There's question dodgers, There's jackpot bodgers, But there's only one Austin Rogers
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How i feel when two friends fight
In the dungeon i cry Shackled and hung Waiting to die Wanting only that Is this what my youth Is this where I've grown In my mind all the time Clumsily i wait For limbs to break I can't shake it I hesitate to try All i want is to cry All i want is to die
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Love of life
When the colors fadeAnd the cold air comesWhen the flowers wiltAnd the night sky dawnsThere will be loveIt's all aroundIt's a fountainLike a 13 year oldHere's my heart to holdFor all of the rest of lifeI will only give you lightAnd the stars shineAnd the sun providesThere is loveIt's a fountain
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Nothing to say
The world went away Tired of staying What do i do Where do i go one knows my trouble I don't know one What do i do Where do i go The hills are getting cold Concrete for my head There's no flow Searching for flow
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untitled
The west Kansas bowl of dirt is a dry spoonful. Cornmash whiskey rusted out the bathtubs while mama stitched up the holes in our shirts. I cried beside the radio waves listening to negro blues. Broke down without reason for the city Pops left. I could hear for miles along the open plain a whistle from the postal train &…
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I Poured Out Blood
I twisted the cork & drank more than one. If this house was ocean bound or sea worthy, the bottles would sway across the galley deck. If this ship was built for travel I would be the captain. I poured out blood, teeth stained in crimson & coagulating on the page. Pinched parchment soaking up the grape, smearing ink in…
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free fallin'
Tom died. but songs I love live on I can hear them and sing them whenever I want to I feel sad the last words I wrote about him, I called him a rich bastard.. reacting to some song that rang false (probably displacing some anger!) now I’m wishing I’d never been critical so many songs I love came outta that head outta that…
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been titled before
this morning's shower had reminded it is not like it ever left let me be perfectly clear about this there was none ever leaving a large home crookedly standing firm yet a lasting confusion fell about like cold bits of sky smudged up windows would fail at hiding their meaning still candles went in each as inviting but after…
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Ahh, Love.
Softly touch the silhouette, Lying next to me listen to quiet whispers in the dark. Capture the youth, that only two as one can share. I wanna feel the way that lovers do. Long walks, And even longer talks Hand in hand, without a care. Taste the breeze, that caresses our faces, I wanna feel the way that lovers do.…
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8/24/13
I devoured my creativity in that vineyard on the side of the mountain. Fed my appetite for insanity & reckless youth. Gave my best impression of unlawful rebellion & stood on stage for the characters in the room. Held court among kings. Held my own & earned the love of my peers. I earned the punches & puns & wrote it out…
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2/20/14
It was winter, close to spring. Days would break weather, but chill found shadows. Air crisp enough for long whistles... ...perhaps not crisp enough. In nightmares, I hear the crack of lightning & wake drenched in fear, soaked in repetitive skips. The hallway light back lighting. Sadness waves fall around. The clapboards…
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Blocked
The first sensation was a blinking focus on my position. The blinding light knocking on the back of my eyes. The pool of black ink had reached the shore of the table threatening to conquer the floor. Obviously, my attempt to shine a light on my darkness with a dagger tongue failed in a drunken blackout. I'm left ruined by…
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A Curse Monster I've Made
I can taste the jealous bile biting the throat, A curse monster I've made spitting beautifully into my eyes. I can, too, recall those hang dog hours of self-pity, loathing the life & breath inside me. I can, too, conjure devils & death if I wish. Black cold brutality of the reality we must wade through on our mediocre rise…
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No name
I haven't wanted to try and float for so long my feet are planted deep like my oak trees The light hasn't quite reached my heart's scar It's still there! the sudden shake to reality last night I had a nightmare again I thought of weary soldiers, come home (Never to leave the war zone in their dreams) I was relieved to be…
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poem
this is funny my neighbor comes running over and says i got it i got the flava so he's says this one is called front page news never give up your innocence your my love without your the most beautiful to me ancient love within you grace your air is the breeze your tone is my home your beauty blinds me when you whisper i…
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For the sake of argument
I have always had to work more than one job to try to keep my family afloat I'd love to have more time to play and dream, but if I took it, we'd be in Trouble I value my husband for many reasons but perhaps one of his biggest gifts to me has been helping me raise our Autistic son when he was young and difficult And, he has…
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Really???
Running the gamut on self expression, Is it acknowledgement, you so desire? Is it your imagination begging to be heard? Is it your will, asking for acceptance?
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nothing here for me
it's easy to see when i can feel the more i heal the more it hurts nothing here for me nothing here for me nothing here for me nothing here for me off to the sea up with the trees out like the wind in with the seed nothing here for me nothing here for me nothing here for me nothing here for me and i tried to resurrect…
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poem
Walking small and lost along that long, dark path A woman stopped with a smile, and addressed me as she passed She said, "I've been wandering here for quite some time now. I still keep searching, but it seems I've forgotten how. It seems I didn't listen, or at least that's what they say What's wrong with living?" She…
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no death
people television real life hospital needle scissor blood death little girl cinderella princess love trailer old man older woman beer drugs shame disease emphysema decaying reality closed eyes of the heart close em tighter and forget dont search, or you might just find a blooming flower in the middle of this chaos opening…
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goodnight all
out of work and head for home!
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frontline
I ran past the frontline Past the garden of old Everyone kept looking Though nothing was told So I gave myself up and I layed on the ground What an awful feeling Myself it would surround And what a regret Why did I compromise? What to expect? A place in the frontline How did I handle? I didn't very well Though in the back…