Dead man’s Hand |
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D/T injury, I'm not able to play live shows anymore. I can play for about 10 minutes, before its to painful. I will heal over time, but the energy ...
Posted by F/ill on Sun, 08 Jun 2008 01:49:00 PST |
And the Back Birds feed |
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I cannot cover, and i dont feel the shame that the serpant brought. But i am layed out naked and broken in spirit. The need of the closest star to k...
Posted by F/ill on Fri, 23 May 2008 01:43:00 PST |
Mania my friend, where are you going? |
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I’m in Manic limbo. I feel it leaving and the darkness of clouded night’s awaits behind this door. Sleep, regret,&nb...
Posted by F/ill on Sun, 06 Apr 2008 06:40:00 PST |
Joni Mitchell-Woodstock (1969)-A true world wonder (r) |
WHEN I'M ON THE EDGE OF SELF-DESTRUCTION, FLESH TWISTED IN A BLANKET-AND THE TASTE OF TEARS ON THE TIP OF MY TOUNGE. WHEN ALL MY SINS ARE HOLDING ME IN THE DARK, AND I'M ON THE VERGE OF A CYNICAL BREA...
Posted by F/ill on Tue, 29 Jan 2008 10:12:00 PST |
Next To last Part 2 |
My cleveland day's are coming to a end. I don't know what or where, or even how. I just know there is beauty and a burning in my heart that awaits beyond my visual horizon. And that there is earth tha...
Posted by F/ill on Sun, 20 Jan 2008 06:53:00 PST |
The Second to Last Blog |
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Six walls, the cube that is sweet to my lips and bitter grains that melt when I speak in tounges. I have cried out in silience that history is not my fate. That one day, I will have the courage ...
Posted by F/ill on Sat, 12 Jan 2008 02:09:00 PST |
My Last Blog |
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The heavens cry crystalized, in a beautiful slow embrass my skin grows thick. And I no longer dance in the faded lights that haunt my youth. I want to stand still, and never open my eye's. I dr...
Posted by F/ill on Tue, 25 Dec 2007 06:43:00 PST |
DROPS OF WATER |
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I'M LAND-LOCKED, ON A BOAT WITH NO SAIL'S. MY HEAD DOWN, THE PAST FLOODS MY MINDZ-EYE, AND NEVER FORGIVE'S. I'M ALL BUT BLAMLESS, AND IN THE DRY EARTH DIG FOR A DROP OF WATER. A...
Posted by F/ill on Sun, 07 Oct 2007 06:10:00 PST |
THE WORDS TO "SEEDS OF ESSENCE" |
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Your feeling so less open,
cut the cortex to the mind,
your secret, life has spoken,
contemplating what I find.
To be this good, to live this well,
And to feel this high, in a world that loaths...
Posted by F/ill on Sat, 22 Sep 2007 04:03:00 PST |
IN TRANSFORMATION |
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I'M CHANGE-ING, I'M LOOKING AT THE GLASS-NOT HALF FULL, OR EMPTY. JUST IN FRONT OF ME. PULL ME, PULL ME-IN ONE DIRECTION, NO! LET ME STAND STILL AND LET ME EMBRACE IT IN A SLOW DANCE . ANXIETY, ...
Posted by F/ill on Sat, 08 Sep 2007 06:59:00 PST |
