lost in dreams |
thoughts are fleeting.
a simple passing by of the wind.
air that gives gentle or storming movment, life, within the mind.
that place,
the place up there,
what is this?
what?
an invisible p... Posted by on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 18:21:00 GMT |
thoughts on flesh |
The place where dreams are crushed, life begins.
Lingering sadness at the shores of my soul.
Dimmed light pressing through existence: my everlasting fall.
Concoordinance to my bei... Posted by on Mon, 13 Aug 2007 17:34:00 GMT |
Nomadic |
I watch from behind glass,
the ones i love.
Glimpses of passing...
Everlasting needs of conclusion,
ends are where i begin.
I am balance.
For perfection of the whole,
i sacrifice
with no forethought.
... Posted by on Sat, 28 Jul 2007 18:06:00 GMT |
centripetal |
Endless depths of imprisoning concrete wrapping point blank and flooding the space around a human body, growing tighter; senses tighter. Inescapable. As if being born in the clenched fist ... Posted by on Tue, 24 Jul 2007 17:20:00 GMT |
time away |
given the nature of said soul,
extended heart cannot be.
like shattered glass inhabiting wounds,
the shell surrounds once more
and makes plans to fortify with steel,
its protection.
its for a journey,... Posted by on Mon, 23 Jul 2007 19:12:00 GMT |
gone |
carved in flesh,
destiny comes.
days awaited,
failures meant to bring life.
its sad how a child is judged for not speaking.
a sense of self was all.
even from the most perfect source of life.
the... Posted by on Sun, 15 Jul 2007 14:24:00 GMT |
dead to me |
submerged in reality,
no air could flow life through this body.
things needed to say were too late,
from the mouth of the silent.
understanding sets in,
the knowledge of the numbness,
where it comes ... Posted by on Sun, 15 Jul 2007 14:04:00 GMT |
closed |
balance begged of.
why not equality?
expectations to not have equal return?
thank you, drive through please. Posted by on Sun, 15 Jul 2007 01:39:00 GMT |
Beautiful Perfection |
Set apart by defenses ignited,
two see from a distance, heart's loved.
With an ocean of healing between them,
it seems all is lost and hopeless,
pushed to continue on.
Their eyes never stray far from ... Posted by on Sat, 14 Jul 2007 09:14:00 GMT |
humble as not to say |
written in the past...
the sadness comes from a well of knowledge,
a well of enlightenment.
the water of clarity will slowly show you everyday,
who i am.
time must be taken to show such thin... Posted by on Fri, 13 Jul 2007 08:58:00 GMT |