The woods grow smaller every year. My leaves Fall green and withered. Bitter water stings My shrinking roots. Yet I am Laurel still. I am the tree that one time was a maid, But that was long...

My friend, if you mean save my mortal soul before the pass/fail test when I decay for pre-paid bliss or face the heated hole. I'll run the risk-- I'm Sorry, I won't play. Or do you mean I...

How dare you? You thought, no, you assumed I would... because you did that I might too. And if I don't? Just because you flirt at bookstores, wander the library stacks, scan the trade at...

How dare you take away from me the love that others gave me, leaving me alone. We're trapped. I gnash my teeth and groan. We're pushed around. I wince with every shove. We're not like you. ...

Why all the blood, you ask? Simply put, an abattoir is a slaughterhouse. This is an allegorical cinepoem that reveals a harsh world in which we feel no shock from the constant slaughter of souls,...

i like this poetry visualized thing it works ...

so Like I wrote a poem about this image prosetry - poem+prose with this image in mind ...

I did this image in Gimp 2.4...

a dynamic visual journey showing youth and innocence and the technicolor potential of how we see the world.

This poem is dedicated to a more innocent time, when hollywood royalty ruled the world in 1933.