This Door |
This door plays its games
I see it open but feel it shut
Its path hides its darkness
But shines its light
This chair i sit in grew arms that strap me
The time tics life
It watches me
Change
Only if ... Posted by on Wed, 05 Sep 2007 11:52:00 GMT |
The Shadows |
This path deceitful
the darkness glamourous
Come into me they sing
Something beautiful..
Tricksters they are
I sneak beneath the srubs I watch them manipulate..
Shadows they are
Get inbetwee... Posted by on Wed, 05 Sep 2007 11:46:00 GMT |
swallow |
im there
the phase developed and controlled
structured thoughts
am i there
we are there
dream or reality
find us
im there
swallowed by the phase Posted by on Wed, 06 Sep 2006 01:41:00 GMT |
the night |
spilled it
the mountain that laid before me
left trails for eyes to wonder in its path
question it not
insert its line
subside our will
what will
it spilled
then devowered
we question it not Posted by on Tue, 28 Feb 2006 02:17:00 GMT |
no time for you |
the peak hours
blurs
dreAms i kept
reason stored
left myself
to become
whats perfered
whats ment
the other half
words deaf to the ears
sliped away to become what you can never be
not f... Posted by on Wed, 02 Nov 2005 03:32:00 GMT |
wasting time |
im here what stands before me is the emptyness i fibed myself to belive. on my own...the moment burns me. i let it, another reason to think of the past, so i do peace i dream of.so i do.the future lef... Posted by on Wed, 13 Jul 2005 12:29:00 GMT |