

My Arms Were Not Foldedthe other day I caught myself in a room full of fools they all had their arms folded talking of beliefs and dark thieves never realizing they were the culpritsMy Arms Were Not Folded
my arms were not folded
next they would cast out a line fishing for plain things on which to dine sad, they would never know a color
it's time to ride this new-fangled machine across an off white sea dream over waves of plain janes of no-brains of clones and drones of rotary telephones
venture some thing they've never seen a contrast a work of art &nbs


All Around Usthere you were moving simply with a light on all around youAll Around Us
all surrounded so solidly grounded the world revolves around you
all in my eyes there is a fire a fuse along a wire
one that floats along this lighted floor all around you and me
could it make you believe could it set us free
all surrounded so solidly grounded my eyes revolve around you
all this it could make me bleed then would you believe
all this it could make us bleed then could you believe  


A Poem From The Junkyardjust yesterday was the beginningA Poem From The Junkyard
today I say "help me find the end" tomorrow I forget the time I spent
"are you cold" the night asks "a jacket made of pain" "a hole for your brain" "a reason to go insane"
is it better that we walk alone or in holes as homes
and I say...
look, Night see what I did grow a beautiful black hole
oh God it is a hot night even at the fighting light will you wake me when the end has murdered his best friend
from a junkyard bleed dusty poetry if I hide in th
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~dev-IAN-t a.k.a. Ian
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