me in not my body. |
Flying- anathemastarted a search to no avail a light that shines behind the veil trying to find it and all around us everywhere is all that we could ever share if only we could see it feel there...
Posted by Jacob on Tue, 22 Nov 2005 04:24:00 PST |
HOPE IN DARKNESS |
Time to see me dress up for whatever. Hope to have nice times, drunken or stoned. Knowledge of a seed that has been planted for whose good, but my own. Good soil is never easy to find, nor does i...
Posted by Jacob on Thu, 13 Oct 2005 08:16:00 PST |
Shedding Skin. |
In order for progression to take place the old has to be dealt with accordingly. Shedding skin, cutting off limbs of a tree, or baby teeth falling out so adult teeth may have their place. It may be so...
Posted by Jacob on Tue, 20 Sep 2005 04:04:00 PST |
What do you want? |
There are days that run from you. Those days are not meant to be, they have a way of making you believe in yourself. Being used or even confused we settle for the things that are in our grasp, never t...
Posted by Jacob on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
up, down and around. |
Over and over again I argue with the obvious. My mountain, my home, My center.Over and over, I think the possible things that could, would or should. Never to really grasp you, just sitting still. Wi...
Posted by Jacob on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Love at work in truest form. |
I came home from one of the most intense band rehersals we've had in a long time... that night the sobriety issue came up again, as we are tryin' to decide either to make it or break it. We all agree...
Posted by Jacob on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Meth |
There are times when you seem so down. Down to the point of an undertimed celebration. My dances with you are not often.
Nor do I brag, for none can see me in you. But they see you in me.
I am not t...
Posted by Jacob on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
I was floating in the water. |
Feel free to comprehend, what I see will never end.
Its not me now my life has died, its too real to run and hide.
These days I think you'll find, Im not me now my life has died
these days my hands...
Posted by Jacob on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
A "Beloved" song |
A line drawn in the sand,And we both know I'm not about to bury myself.Sinking in my footsteps,But not coming up for air.A firm foundation of beating heartsIs blistering enough on the surfaceClosing i...
Posted by Jacob on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
THE UNREAL |
My band is THE UNREAL of the ATL. we also have a site so visit it right now.
Posted by Jacob on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
