art |
art is a thing you create with your heartyou use your brain just to pick it apartand you throw out your soul with every noteand the listeners drink it indrunk with the power of musicheads bangingeyes ...
Posted by stockton on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 06:43:00 PST |
everything / everyone |
everything and everyoneblind and deafwalking through a maze unseenshivering in harsh coldnumb nowand the silence breaksthe light is comingand we can seemy god its beautifulyet its tearing me apartmayb...
Posted by stockton on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 06:42:00 PST |
America |
the theatre is packedthe troupe guised by lightvisitors dulled by necessitymadness like diseasescouring the landcold and hard like broken steely nightemerging slowly from conciousnessand the quiet sid...
Posted by stockton on Thu, 03 Apr 2008 07:10:00 PST |
Some other religion |
the joyous dance in circlesradiating divine entrapmentunknowingwe fled the lakeescaping ginger belieffar to the west we watchdisbelieving eyes wanderminds pandersearching through the peoplebrokenall o...
Posted by stockton on Thu, 03 Apr 2008 07:02:00 PST |
beauty |
here in the house of miracleswe dance to the breezethe ocean sings songs of loveand morning sun peeks over mountaintopsassuredthe children are still herethe trees sway in amber gracewisdom to men unkn...
Posted by stockton on Thu, 03 Apr 2008 06:57:00 PST |
shaman’s sleep |
the ceremony is stirringlost in blissful snowstormwanderingshaman wakesexhuberant eyes blindingwith knowledge of more than this worldwe are healedand in ritual are bound togetherspirits mesh in tender...
Posted by stockton on Thu, 03 Apr 2008 06:53:00 PST |
sitting dreaming |
sitting and dreaming
planning and scheming
my brain teeming
the thoughts are a rush
too slow to be rushed
too loud to be hushed
too strong to be crushed
and i blush
for without my knowing
my sin is sh...
Posted by stockton on Thu, 03 Apr 2008 06:48:00 PST |
in a dark place behind the eye |
a boy sits hereof meager age yet sharp witwrought iron soul seeking guidancehis fragile mind spinningswollen with thought uncouththis boy speakshis words fall to groundand soft silken tears flood the ...
Posted by stockton on Thu, 03 Apr 2008 06:37:00 PST |
