The Killing Moon |
The value of time is only supplemented by experience. Only the perceptive can see the adorned mask of life. As time slips away with each waking moment I wait for a new sunset, a new night, a new ...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Jun 2006 21:22:00 GMT |
One to many, but still not enough |
One foot through the door leaves the drifter overwhelmed with warmth.
One would think the hospitality would kindle the once humble spirit.
Instead it awakes the memory that the cold kept away.
Encumbe...
Posted by on Thu, 18 May 2006 01:40:00 GMT |
Sleep writing |
Wild songs play in the wind
The moon howls as the night dances begin
Breathing trees suck in the air
Leaves that rustle without care
The chaos from the day has now come to a close
Let Nox comfort your...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Apr 2006 00:57:00 GMT |
Ironically&stupid |
You make so many changes only to turn out the same.
Posted by on Tue, 25 Apr 2006 01:22:00 GMT |
William Blake |
When the doors of perception are cleansed man will see things as they truly are, infinite.
Posted by on Tue, 25 Apr 2006 01:18:00 GMT |
sleeping writing again |
With the night comes the chilly wind. The moon swims precariously. Displays of lights pierce through the heavens and dance once again. Benevolently I listen to the silent universe sing its...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Apr 2006 01:08:00 GMT |
Turning Tides of the Crablady |
Blissful tides wash my stained hands thatkeep away the crablady.Troubled and watchful from her shell she watches ever so patiently.I dip my face deep into the sandin search of dreams with life I willn...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Apr 2006 23:38:00 GMT |
Sleep writing |
So what does one person wonder under the sky filled with light?
What dreams may come along with the storms front,
Creation and destruction spark throughout
Life ends exactly where it begins
Clo...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Apr 2006 23:37:00 GMT |
