the ring... |
traveling into nights with no moon and a sea full of stars a pueblo full of black butterflies spreading their wings unto the shores of white sands clear thoughts inside clear waters there is still the...
Posted by on Wed, 07 May 2008 11:33:00 GMT |
Trashy Revolushun! |
my trip to Armenia was somewhat of an awakening...something quiet unexpected...when i left my memories kept my land alive, but when i would remember it was all encompassed by magic and by warm ni...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Dec 2007 11:26:00 GMT |
Inside These Eyes... |
mountains are burning&
Posted by on Wed, 08 Aug 2007 23:05:00 GMT |
the moment |
Sky opens inside the memories of my thought. Sun circles in the distances of my heart. Fatigued, yet alive, driving towards an unknown outcome. Time drowns me like the water, covers...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jul 2007 20:29:00 GMT |
thoughts... |
When should I start? When is the moment? How does it begin? What will I say? Did I miss it? Shall I wait for five minutes to pass or will the moment never come because I purposely waited for it? So th...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Jul 2007 19:42:00 GMT |
