Alone I go ... |
There I lay, trying to tear apart these ropes. Moving on, and learning that I have to simply live without such whimsical hopes. Leave the dreams to the dreaming, it would seem. I'm a...
Posted by Maximus on Mon, 05 May 2008 10:06:00 PST |
Contemplation ... |
I used to be a little boy. I had such a hopefull outlook on the world, long since rotten and spent. It was fortunate that I got to see the real world for what it is. However, the price for such k...
Posted by Maximus on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 01:35:00 PST |
Conquest ... |
And he stood, upon the cliff's edge. An endless gaze watching over the world that seemed to have lurked just below. Blood stains and scars become like tattoos upon his own flesh. Narrowed eyes, shield...
Posted by Maximus on Sat, 26 Apr 2008 11:06:00 PST |
The Stuff Of Legends ... |
There is a place that is far from here. Where people go when their dreams have died. As I walk from these faceless streets, I realized that must mean I have spent the night. Learning to dive deep into...
Posted by Maximus on Sun, 13 Apr 2008 01:40:00 PST |
Keep strong ... |
Puzzles tend to break apart, that is what they do.
But the challenge of life is to get up and put the puzzles back together again.
Keep strong.
Posted by Maximus on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 12:09:00 PST |
Those who go to heaven ... |
A lost boy, running from the shadows that was chasing him. That was all he could think about. The encroaching darkness was creeping upon him like a predator, driven with ravenous hunger. Panting, stru...
Posted by Maximus on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 05:31:00 PST |
I Stay Away ... |
Through and through, the voice of a man long since gone always holds inspiration as to stars within the sky ... And so the piano plays it’s tune within the mist that shrouds the mind as though i...
Posted by Maximus on Sun, 23 Mar 2008 11:21:00 PST |
Confusion ... |
I can manage to pull together anyone’s life and help them with theirs, yet when it comes to mine, I am powerless.
Why is that?
Posted by Maximus on Wed, 19 Mar 2008 12:51:00 PST |
Thinking out loud ... |
One can only learn to surrender to the inevitable, though at times through perhaps a more stubborn nature, there always seems to lie a rebellion therein. The only desire to be lift back into the sun i...
Posted by Maximus on Sat, 08 Mar 2008 01:28:00 PST |
Dreamscapes upon the Everlasting ... |
The everlasting battle was commencing around yet another cycle as eagles would fly to the moon. Blood stained and worn, the man stood once again. Dirt and dried blood decorated his face as though batt...
Posted by Maximus on Mon, 03 Mar 2008 01:57:00 PST |
