tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-111788203815816652011-07-28T04:16:43.066-07:00samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12956469803898607995noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11178820381581665.post-77903837834323186682009-10-21T07:52:00.000-07:002009-10-21T07:52:33.125-07:00oh i loved you love 'til there was nothing left<br />and we both both, bled dry<br />faced our final death<br />why is it we never speak of it?<br /><br />(the end that looms<br />on every charted course)<br />the fattened full moon<br />pulled by black night horses<br />wild.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11178820381581665-7790383783432318668?l=greyfoxmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12956469803898607995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11178820381581665.post-23257848410594043412009-09-24T18:58:00.000-07:002009-09-24T18:59:39.020-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1se1X2pjcQ/SrwjQ37uTTI/AAAAAAAAACA/kd6XfUCkA-E/s1600-h/misery.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1se1X2pjcQ/SrwjQ37uTTI/AAAAAAAAACA/kd6XfUCkA-E/s400/misery.jpg" /></a><br /></div><br /><br />eggshells.<br />thin ice.<br />circumnavigate<br />the short fuse.<br />the abuse.<br />the who's who<br />blaming you.<br />tempers loose<br />like cannon balls.<br />every record<br />is recalled.<br /><br />you're never free,<br />you're never free,<br />for misery loves company.<br /><br />yes, soon you'll see<br />you're never free,<br />and misery loves company.<br /><br />-the grey fox<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11178820381581665-2325784841059404341?l=greyfoxmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12956469803898607995noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11178820381581665.post-42898979475308632892009-09-21T13:43:00.001-07:002009-09-21T13:44:01.625-07:00am i feeling<br />or am i numb?<br />if change is loss<br />then i am missing so many things<br />are all these dreams worth anything<br />or more or less lost? loss?<br /><br />-the grey fox<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11178820381581665-4289897947530863289?l=greyfoxmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12956469803898607995noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11178820381581665.post-31272982721658067302009-09-21T08:15:00.001-07:002009-09-21T11:31:21.677-07:00a junk drawer, of sorts.<br /><br />at least for now.<br /><br />you'll find here all my part-poems, bits of prose, nostalgia, etc.<br /><br />we'll see what happens i suppose.<br /><br />love,<br />the grey fox<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11178820381581665-3127298272165806730?l=greyfoxmuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12956469803898607995noreply@blogger.com0