my spine flew, into the blue... |
My spine tore from my backAnd wriggled into the depths of the skyThere it made its homeThere it plotted my fateAnd so I fellAnd so I diedOnly to be re-born in shades of indigo, and twilightIt was ther...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Jul 2008 15:57:00 GMT |
enquire, the man did... |
He asked the waterIt said it did not know He asked the treesThey said they did no knowHe asked the skyBut reply, it did not So he wisped to the top of Mount AhavaWhere a great bodhisattv...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Jul 2008 15:55:00 GMT |
...and the wind painted whispers in the sky - (intro) |
Words failed him, so he held his breath in petulance and proceeded to talk with his eyes, closed, for want not to see the daylight and the faces of those who would seek to destroy his soul. They alrea...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Jun 2008 08:29:00 GMT |
glasses of blue fruit... |
It rainsI open my mouthAnd drink the sky...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Jun 2008 08:21:00 GMT |
eye see. eye see you too... |
Her eyes tell of oceans so profound thatEven the clearest waterIf deep enoughCan drown&
Posted by on Sun, 29 Jun 2008 08:20:00 GMT |
brief encounter with a rainbow the colour of the sun... |
She said her name was Keshet. I did not believe her, until she gently untied her body and ascended into eternity, never again to be caught within the confines of my eyes. Forever to glimmer within the...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Jun 2008 08:11:00 GMT |
we are one, become one with us... |
~we are one, become one with us...~To halt war torn fleetsWith break beatsAnd melodiesThrough similesWith profound easeTo keep the peaceThey bleedFor peaceAs death drops with cheap shotsOver innocent ...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Jul 2007 11:14:00 GMT |
ACT NOW or be slaves to the EU forever... |
SIGN IT...http://petitions.pm.gov.uk/ReferendumNOW/On MARCH 25th in Berlin, Mr Blair will sign a 50 page 'Declaration on the Future of Europe' without consulting the UK people. A binding treaty that e...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Mar 2007 13:40:00 GMT |
to those that never exist... |
i want that type of love,where i can look into those sapphire eyes that flicker like stars as the procession of mars is to the moon that is your eye, that is your eye...i want that type of love,where ...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Mar 2007 16:28:00 GMT |
chief seattle... |
A Speech by Chief Seattle (Skokomish) in 1854, one of the last spokesmen of the Paleolithic moral order, when confronted with the US government wanting to buy their tribal land for their arrivin...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Mar 2007 13:02:00 GMT |
