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"It is better to die on your feet than live on your knees." Emiliano Zapata
More on Me:
Well I don't have much of a life now. But I enjoy writing poetry, listening to music. I like to be around people every once in a while, but find it very hard with a kid sometimes.Lets see... I like to talk about interesting things. I'm not good at "small talk" I like to get down with philosphy a little. I love to debate about things. But never could grasp the "small talk" thing. If you ever see me staring off into space silently amongst a crowd of people, most likly I don't have anything to say and find the subject a little pointless. But I love everyone regardless of what they talk about, and will make my way to them eventually. Anyway, Im up for new friends, especially in the area seeing as I dont have much of an outside life right now. Friends are always good. This is probably the tenth time I've changed my profile. So, thats something everyone will have to get used to. I get tired of the same thing. Change is good.

"Perpetual devotion to what a man calls his buisness is only sutained by perpetual neglect of many other things." -Robert Louis Stevenson

Shadow Whisperer

A deep truth within
A mysterious cry
A hopeful past
Looking to the sky
A lost love found
Twice, shifted to the ground
A tangled life, without a doubt
The present searching about
What was, hangin around
tearing with every sound
Why the whispered past?
Why the hungry dream?
Why the selfish cry?
Why the friendly lie?

A New

Destruction.
Came and gone, making room for the new.
Time quickly passing, passing through.
The battles have been faught.
The basics all taught.
The begining of a new Drawing near.
Held back for so long because of fear.
Before, Created both Pain and Pleasure,
Put here in search of an unknown Treasure.
The balance, turning once more,
Slowly, We will see the door.
To open together as the begining generation.
To destroy this evil operation.
Those before us, captured in chain
creating the new insane.
This time, promises no longer broken.
Antiquated thoughts no longer spoken.

Motion sickness
Tortured a little.
Manipulated I guess.
My mind will never get decent rest.
Confused, you could say.
Tangled in mess,
Lonely, I guess.
Numb to devotion.
Withering slowly,
Sick of this motion.
Burned with the truth long ago.
Smothered in pain.
Dying slow.
Scarred with pain, deep inside.
maybe insane
Sick of this ride....
Uncontrolled
Reunited with perfect balance.
Lifting the Veil and taking the chalange.
Remembering all that has been taught.
Realizing the true fault.
Singing the tunes to enchant.
Capturing what they can't.
Bringing in a new.
Realzing it has always been you.
Deceiving lies of the universe
Saying the words to reverse
What all has been done....
What all will...
Uncontrolled.

A Soul is Lost

Another Found.
Another Born.
Another Captured.
Another Torn.
Another Bruised.
Another Free.
It is you and me.

Treatmeant

Transparent Lies bleeding through
I blink
There really is no you.
Eternally crying to everyone around.
Crying within
There really is no sound.
Confused and battered you attempt.
Blinded.
Stumbling in perfection, the world grows limp.
Uttering lies of truth..
uttering..
Because there is nothing more to do.
Condensed in a box, in which lies are hidden.
The voices
Sound bleeds through slowly slowly bleeding.
Opening a world, a world once nonexisting.
Dampening
Confusion sets in, You stand pissing..
Saddening thoughts drawing near.
The voices
Laying paralized you pretend to hear.
Seducing time as you smile..
Action
You slowly realize that it has been a while.
Courage sets in and you start to pace
Thinking
You tremble and your heart begins to race
Carried away to an invisible darkness
Happiness
You feel the universe, and its caress.