The Archive
Poems, essays and stories from the first iExile, restored with their original titles and writers, year by year, oldest first.
2009
Blue Impulse Control
The color is so lite
creamy even, like a blue sky
a smart shape, it's tastelessi don’t know why
i dont know why i let this music to wash my eyes with all these crazy dreams about life
about a med life ,confuse and inutile
but then so sweet , too sweet for my understandingMoments Gone By
You had more moments with me
then I had with you,
and yet we were both there,Le faineant
Le faineant se leve au coucher du soleil, a l'heure ou les ombres s'etirent dans la rue, le…
Every
Every moment that slaps one's conscious existence, could be a halting point or a jolting…
Pale Morning Dawn
Pale Morning Dawn
The Golden Aspen Leaves of Fall shimmer in the sun
their bright gold silhouette along with the Pale Morning DunPachlebel
Pachlebel
I hear the pianoforte
it takes me to a place of green and mistLove
Love is in my eyes and i give it to your eyes look after this into my eyes please,
take care of it keep it worm,
in a safe place keep it in your eyes give it to my eyes let me care for love .Keep it Real
You hurt.
I hurt.
You hurt.Wrong
stepping in, left and right.
right as wrong can be.
in the ether coagulant spinsJohn 2nd
Today another angel had died
A world is marching to prayer
A thought of good andYOU had ME at HELLO
You Had Me At Hello...
I long for your touch
To hear your voice sends memistakes
everyday is a mistake like a take way into my umbrella
and there ' s no rain to pourrrring down my cheeks
there 's not even a regret tear mistakes ,mistakes ,Nine
In the empty space that surrounds my being
appeared a solid mass of delusions covered with dirt.
The breeze tells me nothingBetelgeuse
Twist your eye to the sky
Light leaps into your retina
Consecrate the photonsForgiveness
Kill me in the open view
Where the seen is unreal
Pick up a stone from that holy mountain or the other oneThE LeTtEr E
I tripped into the abyss
Yes, you had me at hello and the letter "e"
The path of least resistance\”Transmission\”
TRANSMIT INFO: to me... bits, bytes.. this bites... virtual teeth
RECEIVE INFO: compacted places of fluff.. brushed off words.my stance is balanced.…
TRANSMIT INFO: slide your touch along a smooth granite wall. twinkle is the way of this…Among it
Glancing, life was a burial procession
I melted with the crowd toward the grave
A yell from ground raped my toesEvil
I am not the one
I chose a life of crime, stealing hearts, shattering them into
an unpalatable refuse