The words dangle,
scramble about.
Couplets and quatrains
remain.
For what is left
of the jump.
-Hollister
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Evening
stars bright,
in the night,
Eyes glaring,
music faint,but blaring.
streetlights lit,
don't know what your gonna get,
with dark,
all around you.
-Hollister
in the night,
Eyes glaring,
music faint,but blaring.
streetlights lit,
don't know what your gonna get,
with dark,
all around you.
-Hollister
Barrier
The heaviness
against my chest,
my heart,stopped.
The light
upon me.
I have hit
the barrier.
-Hollister
against my chest,
my heart,stopped.
The light
upon me.
I have hit
the barrier.
-Hollister
Questions and Answers
Why is the sky blue?
The artist liked the color blue.
Why is the ocean so vast?
It rained to much.
Why is the desert so hot?
Somebody forgot to turn the tanning light off.
What is the difference between mountains and volcanoes?
Volcanoes are suicidal.Mountains are not.
Why do we have clouds?
They are trampolines for the angels.
Why is the world round?
Face it.
We are the way we are
cause,
God made us that way.
-Hollister
The artist liked the color blue.
Why is the ocean so vast?
It rained to much.
Why is the desert so hot?
Somebody forgot to turn the tanning light off.
What is the difference between mountains and volcanoes?
Volcanoes are suicidal.Mountains are not.
Why do we have clouds?
They are trampolines for the angels.
Why is the world round?
Face it.
We are the way we are
cause,
God made us that way.
-Hollister
Autumn leaves
color,
almost,
too much.
Jabbing you,
almost to the point,
to go blind,
you can't capture it,
it's that elusive figure hiding in the corner.
But from memory,
it's held captive.
-Hollister
almost,
too much.
Jabbing you,
almost to the point,
to go blind,
you can't capture it,
it's that elusive figure hiding in the corner.
But from memory,
it's held captive.
-Hollister
Snow
Bright white.
camaflouging the yard.
icycles forming,
slowly.
de-crunch,
snow breaking.
a trace left behind.
ahh.....ahh....
try to catch 'em on your tongue.
every single one,different from the last.
-Hollister
camaflouging the yard.
icycles forming,
slowly.
de-crunch,
snow breaking.
a trace left behind.
ahh.....ahh....
try to catch 'em on your tongue.
every single one,different from the last.
-Hollister
Tune in Tune Out
As I walk away,
I tune in to listen.
I hear the bull charge,
as he passes,the clothes line sways.
The dew on the grass starts to glisten.
Standing tall as orders from a sarge.
and there stands pop,
remaining to wait,
in death,
silence.
I tune in to listen.
I hear the bull charge,
as he passes,the clothes line sways.
The dew on the grass starts to glisten.
Standing tall as orders from a sarge.
and there stands pop,
remaining to wait,
in death,
silence.
True Colors
Red,White, and Blue all mean something.
Red tells us we have earned our respect.
White says,we are free.
Blue states, we are strong.
We are America.
-Hollister
Red tells us we have earned our respect.
White says,we are free.
Blue states, we are strong.
We are America.
-Hollister
Coquina shells
little creatures,
hiding.
From what?
who knows.
they dig in the moist sand to a
world we have yet unvailed.
with their shells painted as if angels
had the smallest detail incripted.
Only an artist,
could wish for
that gift.
-Hollister
hiding.
From what?
who knows.
they dig in the moist sand to a
world we have yet unvailed.
with their shells painted as if angels
had the smallest detail incripted.
Only an artist,
could wish for
that gift.
-Hollister
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