Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Shadows

Shadows scratched the fall, I can't seem to find a way out. Lying where I drawl, clouding authorities clout. Damage what we've made, we've woven ourselves too deep. Seemingly pure and paid, the sage takes the leap.

Pardons packed the prey, left learning our lessons. Congestion tracked the fray, learning about what we're destined. Willow and wallow condones the deed, partitions compound the fracture. Hark and bound to be the steed, but unwilling to listen to conjecture.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

The 43's Holiday - coming soon in 9

Pondered themes of scandalous dreams, imbibing clad tearing seems. Choices provoking voices, squandered chances making best of romances, leaps undermining veeps. Beckon and impale, ones stepping up - burn the sales before they embark.