[ .down.again. ] bella camena

just one more down
its hands turned out now
all my sweet sweat cola days
long forgotten in your pallid downe
where nothing makes up for
the lost little wings and missing musae
a gritty smile, hungry against all your odds

but wearing all your blinding feathers now
in all my oils of sienna or sepia
burning from the inside out
where only the burning bird
is a match against you
and every digit we have
working against your palid surface
of anger and gore

composite kings
nestled down with pretty things
all hands out and whirring now
the cadmium sheets set to sail in red
all laid out in your blurring fashions
where there is no more room
for the little ragazze
nor collared girls all grown up
that are dancing in your failing light

but all my workings
just a gear or two behind
tumbled from these spires
work against me and my mile
broken here too near
lined up in the blue shadows
that are ever waiting
for us to be held down again

one more time and down
our working palms to ground now
rubbing through your salty lines
high on your cheekbones
set in staring motions
where one can watch
the seas move in your iris
and your every cruel breath

but love's not for the wanting
nor the needful
all your every ghost like intent
crossing rooms you've longed for
and all your covers or your photographs
you never knew you needed
make you drop it back down

your smoking and your knee-high
always just right
as you walk out
where we are all left
in your splayed doubt
the wake so easy for you
but hard on my harrowings
where its just too late at night to ache
and I think we might make it
one more time and down

© Bryan McLean 7.23.05

[ .life not longing. ]

if for once
you'd just put me down
I hold up circles
in your glaring gaze
for you to choose
one life not longing
a seranade or singularity
in all the cosmos
infinite like your styles
against your salted lines
where only hands touch down
at every breath
we count down
we consume
till only our number
is one and the same

[ .lyinghere. ]
( a pohem from laine )

am the king and down baby
every run
every a.m. shining
my hands work out the last ones
laying at me feet
small to frail
my incomprehensible steam
where anger only fills us

burning now to down baby
executables on my marker
holding out for my little ones
just till they come
and we go down again
the never ending run shot
timed out to our percision gasps

but its all selling out baby
this all my shaking time
doubt anyone's here
doubt anyone's hearing this
doubt all my little scrabblings
here my shadow turns out
against the coming
of your twisted face again

© Bryan JG McLean July 10, 2005 10:42am

 lyinghere, +laine+ 

" Skirting Damnation Since 1977 " ®

Why am I here? Because we all are. In reality, I am Looking for Fun, Open, Likeminded People. Mostly to chat, fuck around, discuss, or have good times with. I'm really into foward people and need good friends to keep me out of trouble. I find the details of people very interesting, and it honestly takes a long time to learn everything about someone that matters.
No strings, just fun.

Birthday: Jun 24, 1977
Age: 28
Zodiac: Cancer
Location: Calgary, Alberta, Canada
Sexual Orientation: Bi-curious
Marital Status: Other
Height: 5' 5"
Body Type: Athletic
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Body Hair: Trimmed
Are you: Cut
Smoker: Don't smoke
Drinker: Drinks socially
Race: Caucasian

Language: English w accents & portions
of spanish, latin, italian, gaelic, yiddish.

I'm obsessed with Art History, Live Music [goth/ind/alt/punk/ebm/te ch/jazz/blues/class], Technology, Literature, Culture, Photographic & Fine Art, Tattoos, Peircings, Body Mod, Suspension, Bondage, Spirituality, Shamanism, Travel, and more.

I love learning and experiencing new things constantly.. you cannot know the good from the bad if you only drink vanilla cappuccino all the time.. sometimes you've got to try the nasty americano once in a while.

I couldn't sqeeze all the music I listen to here, all the art I love, nor is there enough options to accurately explain all of my interests.. *sigh* [ie *click here for more options*]

However, I am currently writing with a heavy bend towards publication, still painting and drawing infrequently as usual with the occassional photo project.

I am a Semi.Bi Male that is polyamorous, I'm mostly just looking for company to hang out with, maybe use and abuse... mail me.. worst I'll do is abuse you.. best I'll do is ingnore you...

[ Reading :  "Coke Machine Glow", "Hex", "Solomon's Key" ]
[ Listening to this week : Cure, Perfect Circle, My Chemical Romance]
[ Currently : working on poetry publication, fiction, weblog work, & digital imagery ]

Cheers!
+laine+ 

I was at my body modification meet up last nite and got branded.. oh man that hurts so bad.. but I'm a stupid boy and feel I need to prove something to myself..

the left side of my torso going down from my arm to waist

[ .why.aren't.they.near? ]

[ i ]

where are all the easy wolves?
the ones too quick to shudder
are they in the sleazy urban tops
or on the outskirts riding home?

good heart good natured
panting in the lake day heat
hunting down now or
lolling over the voluptous boys
filthy from their lack of sincerity?

[ ii ]

where are the foxy girls?
those far too shy to flash
their tails and masks our way
smoking and turned purple
from your clandestined candor

a swaggering demeanor
in your after glow
their scent bouquet and borrowed
sweaty from the daily hunt
of rubbing flirt to front

[ iii ]

where are all the wild kai-yote curves?
their strapping loose from chewing
out and free on the hunting green
where wind sets furl their torrent of hair
thick coated from all their lying

teeth too sharp to set you out
etched into all their little giggles
or nudging out some other lunar mystery
they are not down at vicious
not hiding out near seventeenth

still nowhere near my kind of trouble
nor riding me with all their wind
where all their passionate wind
is made from throbbing love
and curvaceous lies

© B McLean 1.7.2005

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