The best thing about life, Is knowing you put it together

"They look like big strong hands... don't they?"

Water rolls down the skin like tiny beads..
Eyes close so that they might see.
Illum tangendo (touching him)
This sun is a star in someone else's sky
Illum tangendo (touching him)
This moon is making someone cry...
Illum tangendo (touching him)

Captain PirateFace say's "Ahoy!"

Captain PirateFace say's "Ahoy!"
Updated by, Captain PirateFace

This is not an Exit

Never Say Die!!!





























"the tigers have found me
and I do not care."

Charles Bukowski



there is no fear here

there is no fear here
there is a fear here

Friday, October 19, 2007

waiting for the miracle to come...


Hello strange friends.
A whole slew of bad things have been going on as of late. Am I wanting to bear all on this lovely blog of narcissism and doom? Not at the moment. Some times some things are just too personal. This I will let you know... What is going on is tearing my life apart. I feel as though it truly is slowly killing me.
So, I will still post my all time favorite Halloween songs, but, I am prematurely ending my 100 favorite horror films. I just can't form the thoughts and I don't feel it's all that damn interesting to begin with. I am sure you wonderful readers (all two of you) could come up with a better more entertaining list anyhow.

As far as the poetry and prose, I have been at a loss for words lately and consumed with the anxiety it creates by not being able to vent through my writing. In other words, I have a wicked case of writers block that I am sure is being brought on by my current personal problems.
I want to write more than ever but unseen forces are killing the thoughts.
I will try again soon.


Giving up on love that has given up

She's in a picture frame
and the setting sun collapses darkness around her face.
The darkness shadows her completely.
And when the sun comes up the light will come pouring into this room...
She will be gone.
Leaving an empty picture frame..
an empty heart.
And you wont really know if you care or not.




Love Johnny, the mad maniac behind the rotting brain of,

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

What happened to that dudes face?? Ha ha

Sheri

How can you save me when you can't save yourself?

"nothing can save
you
except
writing.
it keeps the walls
from
failing."

Charles Bukowski