Affirmation |
I am...A testament of living to myself and those around me. I exist to prove the naysayer wrong when they say that our dreams are impossible. I abolish fear whenever detected and strive co... Posted by on Fri, 21 Nov 2008 20:19:00 GMT |
My friends who venture forth, dirty as they day they were born. |
I'm beginning to question the solidarity of the ground that I choose to stand on. Ever shifting, crumbling, changing, my bearings are shot and I find myself again waiting for the dust to settle.... Posted by on Fri, 14 Nov 2008 16:07:00 GMT |
A Piece of Mind |
A piece of mind.
Pieces of skin in fragments so curved, writing the prophetic prose of silence along contours so soft and subtle.
The subtracted sense of lore returning with eloquence to realit... Posted by on Tue, 03 Jun 2008 21:11:00 GMT |
Lateralus lyrics |
These words cut me deeply. And I willingly bleed because of them.LATERALUSBlack then white are all I see in my infancy.Red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.Lets me see.As below, so abov... Posted by on Mon, 17 Mar 2008 19:58:00 GMT |
Hear O Humankind |
Manitongquat (Medicine Story) is a medicine man and storyteller of the Wampanoag Nation. This prayer came to him at the first Rainbow Gathering in 1971.
HEAR, O HUMANKIND, the prayer of my he... Posted by on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 20:35:00 GMT |
John Hartford |
I posted this for a friend in a lyric swapping event, and decided everyone here should know the words of this great man. They make me weep.
Earthwords
- John Hartford -
as I stand here
breathin... Posted by on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 21:25:00 GMT |
athchúrsáil |
athchúrsáil
Why forth do we stray
To the places that take our life away
Devotion of time in grumbling moments
Sink us deeper into a life in whice we regret
But freedom is only a step away
Towa... Posted by on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 14:04:00 GMT |
The world makes me weary. |
In respose to the insecurities of those who would wish destruction religiously, politically, and socially on the evolution of our species, all that I can do is think my thoughts and write them down.&n... Posted by on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 16:13:00 GMT |
Right On. What the Fuck? |
Messages on dust as if floats by the cracked pane glass in this musty old room. I know that Ive been here a million more times than my head can remember, and still I'm back. The glints in ... Posted by on Thu, 08 Nov 2007 13:30:00 GMT |
Alive in a Lonely Room |
Sometimes, I just don't know who or where I am.
ALIVE IN A LONELY ROOM
Well I am my fathers son,
and I am a creature of thought.
My heart's laces are always undone
Anticip... Posted by on Thu, 08 Nov 2007 07:32:00 GMT |