the innocent cliffs
The innocent cliffs
Angry oceans careering into cliffs,
waves furiously bombarding
white rocks off shore
with intense frustration,
assaulting each and every stone.
The main body of land
is receiving the brunt
of this mass of waters temper,
suffering
through no fault of its own.
This outburst of crashing swell
seemed completely ir...
Friday 19th March 2010 10:39 pm
whisky drinking world
Whisky drinking world
Observing a life turned backward
as he stares through
his curved full bottle of cheap whisky
hugging an empty glass
with anticipation in the eyes
at the thought of reverting
his view to the world
back to that which comforts him.
Glass full,
glass empty,
repetitively lifting hand to mouth,
drowning his body of trem...
Thursday 4th March 2010 10:57 am
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