SPRINGS OF LOVE |
Love seeketh not itself to pleaseNor for itself have any care,But for another gives it's ease And builds a heaven in hell's despair.-William BlakeAll who joy would win Must share it-Happiness was born...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Jun 2009 14:21:00 GMT |
False Interpretation |
Lost in the ideals of discretion,the pension unrewardedfrom the tension of indifference.Having no rightful influence,Seals the movement of incompetence,Negligence and discombobulation.With no room for...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Jun 2009 13:39:00 GMT |
Fuck FAKE 2 faced people. where'S THE LOVE? |
I would like to just take a quick moment of your time to say that anyone who pretends to be my "friend" or is a 2 faced bitch should just completely drop me off their friends list because I do not hav...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Jun 2009 12:19:00 GMT |
dusk and dawn |
When worlds collide and two sides cry with resistence,Persistence never fails,As realms unveilPerveiling through truth's right,Is what my will's truth will do.As I persue the fight,Minute task for in ...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Jun 2009 11:37:00 GMT |
Is Just This |
The wonder that creepsbeneath the trees,how does it seed...The hills and Valleys...When time stands still *meow*matter has no solidity.Dreams shatter instantaniously, pocketing the pieces which fall...
Posted by on Thu, 28 May 2009 17:31:00 GMT |
Hide and Seek |
The weary of the FLESHresembles nothing more than a cracked shell,unwilling to obtain the messafter the yolk of emotion fell. The SPIRITS spite hovers similar to a dark cloud of confusing relations,T...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Apr 2009 10:08:00 GMT |
These things which reign |
*lust*...The looks of beauty flaunted by the mind...*boredom*...The feeling of time measured by nothing...*power*...The something out there which we love or fear...*fate*...The near happening which wi...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Apr 2009 13:49:00 GMT |
Like the Wind |
I want to find the BlissIn which only sorrow can impartFrom the start of a cold bitter night Soon to bringThe daylight's song in which i'll singThe Melody Which is free from theeThe sound of the siren...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Apr 2009 11:41:00 GMT |
SPRINGS of Indian Wisdom |
Even the severed branch grows again, and the sunken moon returns;Wise men who ponder this are not troubled in adversity. -BHARTRHARIThe smile that you send out...Returns to youA Thousand Reasons for ...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Mar 2009 12:49:00 GMT |
The Cracks |
Distance has made the space,which used to flourish with Daffodils, Roses, and Red Poppies,Incompetent and full of waste.For the taste which used to nourish, now laced with the lack of courageThe tangi...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Feb 2009 11:17:00 GMT |
