floydiac

Floating at sea; Staring at clouds. On ruminative raft and pensive water. Listless oars snooze beside me. Ships sail swift on the horizon. Drawn by ocean's nature, or force; Who's to know? Wherever I am, am I lost? Or am I where I desired to be?

It is lonely on your own Warmth a distant dream Cold a faraway scream. Familiar sand under your feet The imprint that you know Indifferent to your toes. This desert is closer than home This place where nothing will grow Not hysteria nor woe.

Dim light is lost to the darkness Black is the dawn sun Ears are bleeding with silence The echo of a distant gun Lone shot scorches the sand And glass lies in its wake I have no choice but to continue In the path I was ordered to take.

Like to spend time watching shoelaces Passes the time Watch until the knot ties itself Just something to do. Funny how time flies by When I'm watching shoelaces Hours of idle entertainment Doesn't change; Never gets old. Intruging how much faster I get older People move on past When I am watching shoelaces Prefer my own laces to theirs. 43" crossed, naturally Slightly frayed at the tip Startling how life passes you by When you are watching your shoelaces.

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, And yet presence does not hurt. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, And yet you feel at your worst. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, I say absence makes the heart grow weary.

The sun shines bright through the trees, and filters into a small study.  Andi Gorman rises from his seat, approaches the window, and snaps the blinds shut before returning to his desk.  The desk itself was littered with papers, screwed up photos, shorthand notes and charts.  The historian sighs exasperatedly, and scribbles a note on a piece of paper titled “WWI - A Personal Look,” the title of his forthcoming book, before turning to read a torn piece of a letter sent by a soldier in the trenches. “…And now I come to the great news.  I reported at battalion headquarters, and the co

Come!  Come!  Come!  Bear witness to my battle.  Come! Lest your blood be purged by my hand. As wracked undertakings slander your souls Through pregnant snide and subtle breath. Through my ecstasy, thou shalt be judged! Bow before me, good sir, fall to your base My fell sword shall bestow a diadem rouge Fleeting treasure for your last breath Cast down your eyes...

Kissing my face with a fist -- Red Embrace Depart Raging wars on dubious excuses Error in judgement Comets raining Planets moving Fuck off, I hate you! Never to leave again Next week.