Special - another oldie |
There are special moments in which this life we live, where the sun sneaks in through the blinds and allows us true hope to give. Thoughts of success overcome any distress, where anything from the p...
Posted by *Manuvas Of A Somewhat Mindless Self Indulgence* on Sun, 27 Jan 2008 03:23:00 PST |
really old lol |
Imagine, so innocent gentle, simple twist of fate, and thus equals corruption. Major disruption, regretful volcanic eruption? No I got to travel, and allow myself to unravel. The end equation resu...
Posted by *Manuvas Of A Somewhat Mindless Self Indulgence* on Sun, 27 Jan 2008 03:21:00 PST |
Maybe |
Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps if we never veered of course, we wouldn't fall in love, or have babies, or be who we are. After all, season...
Posted by *Manuvas Of A Somewhat Mindless Self Indulgence* on Sun, 27 Jan 2008 03:00:00 PST |
Another one from the ashes |
The sunshine has imbeded horizontal linesagainst her soft delicate skin Violating the distance she has placed betweenherself and the world. She parts the blinds with two delicate fingers ...
Posted by *Manuvas Of A Somewhat Mindless Self Indulgence* on Sun, 27 Jan 2008 02:57:00 PST |
For Those I Love :) |
Seedlings drift in wind and thus settle in strange soil.Flower children take birthAching leaves and limbs extendFighting through cracked earthNot unlike my own long limbsAnd fingers so slowly uncurlTh...
Posted by *Manuvas Of A Somewhat Mindless Self Indulgence* on Sat, 26 Jan 2008 05:33:00 PST |
Mo’ Writting |
Part ISeemingly determined toassimilate eternity,falling raindropsdripping ever so smoothlycollecting slowlyand trickling into my thoughts.The path of least resistancedeeplyeach drop with it's own fau...
Posted by *Manuvas Of A Somewhat Mindless Self Indulgence* on Sat, 26 Jan 2008 04:43:00 PST |
Alexander Pope |
In these deep solitudes and awful cells,Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells,And ever-musing melancholy reigns;What means this tumult in a vestal's veins?Why rove my thoughts beyond this last r...
Posted by *Manuvas Of A Somewhat Mindless Self Indulgence* on Wed, 27 Sep 2006 06:23:00 PST |
Dylan Thomas - "SOMETIMES THE SKY'S TO BRIGHT" |
Sometimes the sky's too bright,Or has too many clouds or birds,And far away's too sharp a sunTo nourish thinking of him.Why is my hand too bluntTo cut in front of meMy horrid images for me,Of over-fru...
Posted by *Manuvas Of A Somewhat Mindless Self Indulgence* on Wed, 27 Sep 2006 05:15:00 PST |
On Reason, And Passion (THE PROPHET) |
Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon which your reason and your judgement wage war against your passion and your appetite. Would that I could be the peacemaker in your soul, that I might turn t...
Posted by *Manuvas Of A Somewhat Mindless Self Indulgence* on Sat, 16 Sep 2006 12:29:00 PST |
REALLY OLD |
We're wasting timeYou look so fine Body recline Reckless delight Feelings that fadeTaken away End of the day Ready tonight Refer behindAll over my spine Shut your eyes blind Raise Fahrenheit Scream wi...
Posted by *Manuvas Of A Somewhat Mindless Self Indulgence* on Sat, 16 Sep 2006 12:08:00 PST |
