matters I must...

[machinery]

type out all dreams:

poor puddles of drool drops
in the morning ? excitement
i must remember and recollect

type out all haiku:

miniscule moments,
a slim sum of measurement,
a small semblance in structured words

searching for serenity,
trying to assemble
the broken pieces of
Buson Yosa's peace.

bulk up manuscript:

I'm tired of looking at the flimsy
thing.
my words aren't strong
enough.

inked, anterior instants,
pink, inferior intellect

work on novel:

find a worthy
purpose,
make the text worthwhile,
precise

I must write for all the
people inside of me,
the people
near me, and all the rest ?
the plethora of people
I don't know, or will ever know.
but I must give it a go

write the last love letter:

this longing has lasted too long
I don't know where I belong since she's been gone.

I'm tired of this pretense between the two of us.

I must
pepper her
and
attack her
until all the question marks have melted
away.

find myself:

I'm tired of what I'm not becoming.

I'm lost in the addiction of thinking.
I'm weak in this constant state of not forgetting the past.
I don't want to play around anymore.

I will not become another small town-mustached factory worker.
That I must recant.

It's time to unfold the plans
and act.

I must.

[crazy a]

This sounds like how I've felt for the past couple months.

[Hannibal]

I've known you for a long time my friend...
and I must say, this is another level of your writing.
I REALLY REALLY liked this peice.
Everything clicked so nicely... the words, and the pauses were wonderful.
I can't say enough about this peice.
It was awesome.
Nuff' said.

[Sam Gowland]

For anyone too lazy to go look for it i thought i'd bump this up for you [img]biggrin.gif[/img]