greed |
I hate the person I use to be.What i gave to her was all i was.she still holds it.i cant bare her site.My eyes empty - flooded by the tieds of the pastTo fill would find the sweetest swimBut my brothe...
Posted by Faraz on Sun, 04 May 2008 05:28:00 PST |
a flicker for a flame |
my muse myself
Posted by Faraz on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 05:46:00 PST |
counter balance |
rize from the lack of established thought a young boy bleadand puncture the new life like the fist a young boy threwAre you angered, my favored brotherKeep in mind yourself at pointto lose controll wi...
Posted by Faraz on Mon, 31 Mar 2008 12:48:00 PST |
awake |
One entranced by the symbols of Perfection.Only the most passionate of lovers.I do not fall for you - for I know not who you are.But for what we could become in this moment.---Sex tastes better under ...
Posted by Faraz on Fri, 18 Jan 2008 02:46:00 PST |
The Unseen Power |
We are the flute, our music is all Thine; We are the mountains echoing only Thee; And movest to defeat or victory; Lions emblazoned hig...
Posted by Faraz on Sat, 05 Jan 2008 01:46:00 PST |
the walls |
And the vile screams "Empty into me, Come again And let your sorrow show" And the mask breathes "When have you last seen what this face will let you own" And the painting bleeds All...
Posted by Faraz on Fri, 14 Dec 2007 02:06:00 PST |
begin |
A golden boy will gleam in his lover's eyes but to the world he's nothing more then glitter a cold wind haunts the streets choosing those who dream strikes a soul and makes life shiver A young chi...
Posted by Faraz on Fri, 14 Dec 2007 02:23:00 PST |
A |
as if speaking could promice in it's selfI found the right words
Posted by Faraz on Thu, 13 Dec 2007 10:38:00 PST |
Beauty |
the seasons now scream "hold" all the poets pray. Whats left of these night other then time? it deeds one use have you seen the sky? wonder i pity those who forget to kiss the ground ...
Posted by Faraz on Fri, 23 Nov 2007 05:15:00 PST |
the long white hole |
my moon speeks to me.her words are sweet.I made it be.my moon somtimes follows me.talks to me.it calls for me.she- not it.im sorry dollafter her kind wordsno rude words will callin fact- i know she li...
Posted by Faraz on Fri, 16 Nov 2007 05:31:00 PST |
