When The Dark Becomes Light |
Could the souls of the long lost times ago be the stars at night?
Are they the distant echoes that guide us through our life?
Why should we believe everthing the "rulers" tell us is right?
Can ...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Feb 2008 00:22:00 GMT |
The Priest's Daughter |
Razorblade slashes minds and feathers are trampled upon.Living in the dark and cold.Nomads we are, praying under desert night skies.Weightless belief holds darkness for the blind.Desolation gives birt...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Mar 2006 22:50:00 GMT |
The Obsessive and Intangible |
You eat your way into my stomach while I'm sleeping less every nightAnd the days become heavy on my weary heart in the cold winter light.Outside of dreams nothing ever birthed butterfliesNegative, bor...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Mar 2006 23:30:00 GMT |
Confession |
Confined by three
In response to the given sign.
Within ill choices of given time
Elusive movements countered
Lost control of my escape
Commander satisfied
Confession in my response accompa...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Feb 2006 09:41:00 GMT |
Sector 7 |
Well, we're miles from the sky and the radiant sunlight.
Things would just be worse living underground.
The promises never ease the pain, and neither do the narcotics.
We afford what we can and go ...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Feb 2006 09:41:00 GMT |
Dreaming Black Butterflies |
I awoke today in a desolate setting unlike my own
Her final thoughts echoed from omnipresent fog like the killing gunshot
Prelude to night soon to come, a midnight horror story of my own
Little thr...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Feb 2006 09:34:00 GMT |
Charismaville |
Welcome to the weirdest place
Chock-full of infringements and parodies
The clowns are gone and so are the pies
But stranger things will await you here.
Joel's the one with absurd one-liners.
Ph...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Jan 2006 15:48:00 GMT |
Cleyran Dancer |
Rain falls from the dismal spring sky
Like a winter of souls.
Leaving the bodies of all I have snuffed.
Cleyrans dance on the day of worship
To ill-fated harp strings.
Under the night sky we re...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Jan 2006 21:40:00 GMT |
In The Shadow Of Our Tattered Cloaks |
Winter is reborn again in the first snowfall
Just another cold dementia welcomed with open arms
We wither and glow in eternal robes
There are secrets in lonely eyes that cannot be told.
Outside ...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Jan 2006 13:19:00 GMT |
In The Long Run⬦ |
I found you there in the seasonâ¬"s closure,
Without thinking of the long run.
You understood my anomaly the most
But as time went by, the magnets lost their grip
If you hate, I said
So will I,...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Jan 2006 11:51:00 GMT |
