Che cosa è l’amore? |
Che cosa è l’amore, è il sapore del buon vino dalle labbra di un bacio vergini? E ’la mamma gravey utilizzati per rendere con la pasta? Come circa la dolce brezza da sponde di Italia o il ...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 06:03:00 GMT |
thoughts of my life and its challenge |
To trust, to have loss, to be without even in wanting. It's light is not far from withen myself, but yet I am alone in darkness. To be a king one must have thrust forward in the darkness. To be a prin...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 17:43:00 GMT |
thoughts of my life and its challenge |
To trust, to have loss, to be without even in wanting. It's light is not far from withen myself, but yet I am alone in darkness. To be a king one must have thrust forward in the darkness. To be a prin...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 17:43:00 GMT |
Emotional illusionist |
Father of night ...keeper of the broken hearted faith-less. I am the face to your pain...lover and tranquil god of the night beast....my blood is the flow of the thousand rivers of the insane ...painf...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Feb 2007 11:16:00 GMT |
Devil of reprise. |
Open hearted virgin of reprise....tempted by my tongue...tempted by my hatered...Could it be real? Massa-creation of the devil withen evaperation...breath for me now.....die for me later. Murder...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Jan 2007 10:25:00 GMT |
Lucease...the first night |
Tighten your grip, for tonight you shall feed that anger, you shall open your new eyes and see a new light...Not the same light you see in your day but a new light that you shall find comfort withen. ...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Jan 2007 17:36:00 GMT |
The writtings of Lucease |
The cold touch from his knowing hand passes through your soul and out again....your pulse begins to quicken and your breath becomes dim and trailing through the cold nights air. He has you withen his ...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Jan 2007 13:58:00 GMT |
Thoughts of grey...you are not me and I am not of you. |
Violet eyes...awake from my sleep. A thousand voices awake also withen me. Call to them as I arise from my mothers whomb......they called to me as I entered this tomb. Life withen maddness and a sprin...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Jan 2007 12:47:00 GMT |
didn't she know? |
she was open to me....apart of me and apart from me. She was the thought of a thousand candles and as bright...tormented from her internal struggle for self she opened to me to be apart of me and fell...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Jan 2007 11:36:00 GMT |
ramblings of merit |
MERIT: spiritual credit held to be earned by performance of righteous acts and to ensure future benefits
The fire that once moved the earth and stone was called your heart.....A heart to whom many wou...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Oct 2006 07:24:00 GMT |
