Freedom is in the heart. |
Freedom:
What is freedom but a word, a feeling, an expression.
That which binds the heart to yearn for that, which is there all the time: the feeling of expressing the right emotions, the travels o...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Jul 2004 22:31:00 GMT |
A long ass poem of where I have been and long to be. |
Journey to be
The journey of miles takes seconds to see. I sit and wonder, what light is and how it creates the mirror pond of which I sit by. How a journey begins with the desire, the foresig...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Oct 2003 21:50:00 GMT |
Jeolousy |
"Jealousy:"
Why does it hurt when I think it so, what right does this childish heart have? The constricting of myself, the violation of my soul, I now crumble into ice. She turned to me from a dist...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Oct 2003 21:47:00 GMT |
I'm liking this Virtual Space. |
Although I do like, I will not develope much time to making it great... not right now, for I have a month of writing and preparing for my doctoral... engenderment... yeah, that would be it.
So if b...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Oct 2003 21:44:00 GMT |
