Music |
They just don't write music like they used to, do they? The 1950's through the 1970's seemed a golden era of songwriting and it occured to me a few years ago that one of two things was happening; eith...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Jul 2006 20:35:00 GMT |
Red Moon at Dusk |
While some compare the common interest of each others diversity. Others reflect back upon things wich they have done unto someone of the same genre or classification, but more importantly unto themsel...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Dec 2005 23:17:00 GMT |
My Release |
Unplugged from the world, that insecure place we once knew as home. We are non existent in the hearts of our companions. They know not of our mistakes that led us to where we are ...this remote stat...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Dec 2005 23:11:00 GMT |
Hope Springs Eternal |
A new slate a blank page a chance to start over. He grabs hold of this opportunity surreal and in plain view. Always troubled by these past years time better spent feeling useless and never included...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Dec 2005 23:03:00 GMT |
Circling Fate |
The ever constant ringing catches me in the moment of a sparkle that has left my eyes only to return with what could be the rest of my days. To catch myself from an unfamiliar fall empowers me...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Dec 2005 22:17:00 GMT |
Final Inspiration |
Filling lines with scars and bruises feels more like a goodbye I've pulled the last strand from a peaceful carnation in full bloom complete with tears coloring the round of your cheek It seems to a...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Dec 2005 22:04:00 GMT |
Old Fashion Descent |
Symphonies rise to cast a silhouette on the children of our future In their hands lies the weapon that killed the past Protection is a blessing in disguise that left our disconnected spirits ...lon...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Dec 2005 21:55:00 GMT |
The Denouement of Will Tulyv |
In the midst of a demise so great the shadows construct themselves, to thrust me into my praiseworthy fate and rise up from this reservoir cell. A name well spent in half the time taken from a scarle...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Dec 2005 20:44:00 GMT |
Mastery of the Chosen Medium |
From the art we shaped our goals to the style of new meanings. Tentative to the book's deffinition we felt an imminent collision was just around the bend. At the touch of new delight their faces peek...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Dec 2005 20:30:00 GMT |
Japan |
The ocean is steady now While cranes are climbing And trains are singing They speak in endless haiku Gardens cannot grow without the help of lovers My chest is in bloo...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Dec 2005 07:51:00 GMT |
