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Of all the things I could say here, I elect not to reveal that wich I have learned, nor explain what I have not. The warm sunrise of life is slowly comming to a cloudy noon. No shadows from which to determine the time left in this day. The cold night approaches as everything turns a seasoned gold. The air is heavy as never before and the storm approaches. No time to find shelter, no option but to face the new winter with an open mind and hope it will not freeze my heart. -TEMPUS OMNIA REVELANT!


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what do you hunt when your prey is gone?  It's friends? Or closer?
Posted by on Sun, 19 Oct 2008 07:09:00 GMT

for 55

control is a great ability. i think control is not the perception of encompassing but, to all extent, being encompassed without assimiliating completeley   my quote
Posted by on Fri, 12 Sep 2008 00:20:00 GMT

the known unknown

We say the unknown is something we don't know, yet we know we don't know about it......not.   I know the unknown because I control it.  If the unknown is a known unknown.
Posted by on Mon, 01 Sep 2008 05:50:00 GMT

shit poem

at times I feel im nowhere my smile is without cause the time in which ive invested become the trials of my cause what i thought was not for sure became what i predicted and to when it will become is ...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Aug 2007 05:16:00 GMT

More stuff

I find it strange that we as a people (the human race), question our own existance.  Is this the price we pay for our intelligence?  Our very fibers tell us to work for something and reprodu...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Jun 2006 23:58:00 GMT

Day dream 1

There she is, eager to greet me, eager to let me know how her day went.  She listens to me as well as I listen to her, always keeping eye contact. With touch and embrace all the worries and ...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Mar 2006 22:14:00 GMT

circle

What is will be what was when then has become now.
Posted by on Sun, 12 Mar 2006 18:39:00 GMT

What are they?

Them.  They come at you in the middle of the night, as soon as you wake up, and at any point during the day.  Having no regards for truth and holding hands with imagination they may drive yo...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Feb 2006 10:58:00 GMT

RandomWords 1

I suppose the worst is over now. What once drove my life and then eventually ran it into the ground has faded away.  No more the sounds of joyful play and hopless fear.  The posit...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Feb 2006 13:53:00 GMT