Message from Father... |
The Mayan Calendar and the Transformation of Human Consciousness · Why does a calendar spanning 16.4 billion years end in 2012? · ...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 14:56:00 GMT |
a poem for chloe |
...In the now..........................oblivious of the future......irreverent of the past......fraught with spilling madness......moments spiraled wrought arcane ......caught between good phrase and ...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Nov 2007 17:25:00 GMT |
Love Song |
Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am home again Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am whole again Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am young agai...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Nov 2007 13:42:00 GMT |
He Counts Seconds... |
He counts the seconds... his freedom stolen temporarily from him...the seconds pass.... so slowly... he takes a moment to observe himself and his colleagues... banked like mechanical rodents... hiding...
Posted by on Tue, 22 May 2007 10:55:00 GMT |
Folicial Sacrifice |
"Yes... this strange insurgence of energy.. powering me along.... passion, creativity and raw sexual power... topped up and in control.. I hope.... still learning this however.... must keep focus........
Posted by on Sun, 13 May 2007 03:33:00 GMT |
Time is an Illusion but we may as well start at the beggining... |
The sky was a dark morning red and the wind was blowing a warm mist over the city. Atop the powerful Devils Peak a shaman sat counting and analysing the cast bones and shells with a look of confusion ...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Apr 2007 02:49:00 GMT |
why me |
..> This hurt runs deep.. surely it transends preception and lifetime.. reoccuring nightmares in my waking heart.... first the wound was opened, then filled it with confu...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Apr 2007 16:08:00 GMT |
Freely Given |
Been a while now since I felt this hole, this willing ache so long forgotten. Pull my finger out the hole and watch the dam come down. Washed away in blissful comfort, side by side two humans to...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Apr 2007 11:50:00 GMT |
The Wilting Phoenix Brays To The Moon |
So he went to the girl who had broken his wings and she told him that lovers bring pleasure smote her he vowed from his head and his heart but his lies seemed to herald him treasure Looked back ...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Mar 2007 10:29:00 GMT |
H .... sweet tendril logic of a magnificent uncoiling soul... |
" What's coming through is alive. What's holding up is a mirror. But what's singing songs is a snake looking to turn this piss to wine. They're both totally void of hate, but kil...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Feb 2007 16:50:00 GMT |
