Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category
Thursday, January 24th, 2008
Her
You make me crazy,
my hormones run amok.
Sometimes when I think of you,
all I want, is to fuck.
Please don’t think I’m common,
Because of the words I choose.
Just telling you what I want,
in words most don’t normally use.
I want to fuck you.
Long till we sweat,
breathing very heavily,
As I fondle your beautiful breast.
I ...
Posted in 1938 Media, Poetry | 8 Comments »
Wednesday, May 9th, 2007
Got a box full of promo cd’s,
got some jeans with holes in the knees,
got some salt and pepper shakers,
got a dirty old, coffee maker.
All your stuff, laid out in the front yard,
selling old make-up, even if it’s gotten hard.
Got an ashtray you stole from your brother,
Old hair dryer, ...
Posted in 1938 Media, Art, Love, Poetry | 2 Comments »
Saturday, May 5th, 2007
The Genius Of The Crowd
by Charles Bukowski - 1966
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day
and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the ...
Posted in 1938 Media, Andrew Keen, Art, Hate, Intuition, Jecklin, Love, Poetry, Robert Bruce, Social Media | 14 Comments »
Sunday, April 29th, 2007
(im) perfect places,
(im) perfect people,
(im) perfect plans,
(im) perfect person.
To be (im) perfect
in a (im) perfect world.
the (im) perfect ideal.
What happens when something, someone, an improvisation, a passion.
What if it gets unfurled, for as we know, there’s no room for change in the
(im) perfect world.
©Loren Feldman
Posted in Art, Loren Feldman, Poetry | 2 Comments »
Friday, April 13th, 2007
She walks in the room,
the furniture looks as the art weeps,
the windows sweat and the ceiling strains for a better view,
the floor just sighs.
Rich men feel poor as they remember their youth, and the disappointment.
The longing that made them the men they are today.
Beautiful women touch their hair, trying ...
Posted in Art, Poetry, Robert Bruce | 12 Comments »
