suicidal angels

[~K]

Flying under
bricks tossed
across fading
lines I
wonder why
her taste
will not
leave my
tongue alone

I am
this stupid
for you
& your
mouth cursing
heaven softly

[stilltrucking]

the dreams
of suicidal angels


as I write this

I am listening to a tape of a self help program off an infommerical on tv

Woman talking about how hard she tried to please her alcoholic father

She spends all her days beating herself on the head with a baseball bat

sorry for the ramble kim
i'm into the bitter herbs again

[WIREMAN]

this is so "DEVINE"....what i be looking for when i come to ~GO!

[abstroint]

Fly my love
Only you know how
Long I’ve been grounded
Longing to remember
The taste of your mouth
Waking me
I gotta break it down
Let the angels go
If they don’t get to work
Thier wings
they’ll forget how to fly
let that happen and
you won’t have to do yourself in
they’ll do it for you then
they'll do themselves

"Don't hate the player. Hate the game."



love ya K

[~K]

don't hate the player
don't hate the game

don't hate

don't drag your
wings through regret

lift up & out

choose this
happy ending

[~K]

choose this
carnival

this haunted
house

this land speed
record broken

by the ghosts
of our memories

[jimboloco]

ah i remember the taste
lustful pomegranite juice
lost thru the sluice of time
now a wink an a blink an a nod will do
til i pick up lil blue
an i'll be singin th drugstore hallelujas
a second puberty
well timed
for golden apples
and golden smiles
from a golden mouth
without want or regret
tho happy landings are never certain
in these uncertain times

it's the hunger that youth feels
makes me remember my age
in twenty years you'll be more mature
i'll be doin tai chi chuan then movin onnnn

[~K]

her bridge
from now
to then
did not
collapse

like these
moments
collected
resembled gods
breath exhaled

[jimboloco]

flagellation
res·ur·rec·tion
present tense
rep·a·ra·tions &
collections
"re-z&-'rek-sh&nz"
giving thanks
resurreccioun
continuity
resurrectio
through the abyss
resurgere
por lo tanto
res·ur·rec·tion·al
procession

[~K]

gods
look
away
every day
with wings
we dare
where
mortals fail
a dream
of falling
begs the
edges
back from
their cliffs
where we
drift we
question
everything