Modernity's Muse

Meadows & Half Drawn Angels

2012-09-08T20:15:00.000-07:00

This will probably be my last posting at Modernity’s Muse. You can now check me out here. I would like to thank all of the folks who’ve stumbled upon my little corner of the blogosphere over the past couple of years…I’m not leaving the net, just reinventing the way I use it…see y’all around the cyberverse…and again thanks for stopping by…you are appreciated…ONE::

Day 30: Remembrance

2012-04-30T20:58:00.000-07:00

Day 28: Distance

2012-04-28T16:57:00.000-07:00

Day 23: Dream

2012-04-23T11:25:00.000-07:00

The image in this post can be found here

Day 19: Vinylity

2012-04-19T17:44:00.000-07:00

Day 6: Flight

2012-04-06T18:47:00.000-07:00

Day 3: The Accessory

2012-04-03T19:07:00.000-07:00

A Thousand Times Deferred

2011-12-28T15:02:00.000-08:00

Limbo’s Lament

2011-11-04T13:34:00.000-07:00

Prox(y)mity

2011-07-04T20:54:00.000-07:00

Upon A Colibri Moon...

2011-06-12T21:57:00.000-07:00

This is a collaboration with a fellow poet and friend for life name Journey...

On Dying Love

2011-04-21T20:27:00.000-07:00

Insomneopia

2011-04-17T21:40:00.000-07:00

Writeous

2011-03-07T20:59:00.000-08:00

Repeat Performance

2011-03-06T15:26:00.000-08:00

This is a response to One Stop Poetry’s Sunday Picture Prompt Challenge…This photo entitled The Show Must Go On is by Jacob Lucas

Photo by Jacob Lucas words by dasuntoucha.

Galaxy of Longing

2011-02-28T20:23:00.000-08:00

The image used for this piece can be found here

Midnight Embers

2011-01-24T20:25:00.000-08:00

Autonomous Artifice

2011-01-17T18:06:00.000-08:00

A Reality That Continually Rapes A Dream

2010-12-15T19:24:00.000-08:00

Oblivion Non Grata

2010-12-05T20:10:00.000-08:00

Pathological Interment

2010-12-03T02:01:00.000-08:00

...and

if I lied

and said

I felt fine

would you see

the convenience

of a disguised truth

leaking out the corner of my eyes

marveling...

...as it meanders

...as it evolves

...as it erodes a gorge into the emptiness of me.

Pity…

…that sorrow bathes

in the comfort

of barren days

and a tattered past

and a bullet riddled present

and a cellophane future

and a juxtaposed prose that is easily disposed

in the shadow of unsubstantial twilight

love

splendor

sex

death

perform

in a unheralded

quartet

which echoes thru the halls

of a Sistine dimension

tucked neatly

under the arm

of ignorance

pieces of flesh

and compassion

dangling

greedily

plucked upon

by scavengers born

of one-night stands

and tryst unplanned

who with starving thirst

partake of a poison

concocted with solitude

and dust from renaissance's marrow.

The taste of it soothes like a genocide and vodka chaser...

...served from a chilled glass forged in a kiln of pain.

Devoted Agony

2010-11-14T19:56:00.000-08:00

Comparchmental

2010-11-07T20:07:00.000-08:00

Cavalcade

2010-10-30T12:10:00.000-07:00

The imaged used in this piece can be found here

Naked Illusions

2010-10-24T11:30:00.000-07:00