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Wednesday, May 07, 2008
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Current mood:  quixotic
Category: Art and Photography
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Wednesday, May 07, 2008
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Current mood:  quixotic
Category: Writing and Poetry
A light to seek Light always.. Retracts with every snare Greet me in this phase on a flight-lit breeze In slumber with the muse's orbital stare So in your air my grace lies on bowed knees Wraps my cadence around intricate petals That is my healing descent Soothes where a joy shall ever intake In my silken fall wraps around my senses A pheromone like carrion scents Millions of moons shattering softly Below the dessert rains Absorbs and shines once and forever more Sensation consumes I breathe in disdain As descending halos on an ascending skein a rose rises from it's leaden pores Though blind to seek, though numbness Compels to feel for me...... The endless steps laced with jagged crystals Of a stillborn
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Wednesday, May 07, 2008
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Current mood:  quixotic
Category: Writing and Poetry
Will I ever live beyond my own senses? Nothing arrives,yet nothing ever returns And neither shall I return from here Absence teaches us to value Absence teaches us to depart from all The walls that lay upon me Pluto's shores praising a distance of time. . ... Further yet all realizations become For those are words that are your reality. . . And we've buried our childhood Like an ebon bride, broken scarlet of her Spoken in eternal final hours. . .. . .. Yet who amongst you has a fearless curiosity Of the child that you once were?. . . Where were we in that dance of realization That feast of thoughts muted and abstinent? What is there to dream When mankind is in every goal?.
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Wednesday, May 07, 2008
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Current mood:  warm
Category: Art and Photography
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Wednesday, May 07, 2008
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Current mood:  quixotic
Category: Art and Photography
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Wednesday, May 07, 2008
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Current mood:  quixotic
Category: Art and Photography
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Wednesday, May 07, 2008
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Current mood:  quixotic
Category: Writing and Poetry
The caverns and rain in my dreamland For broken shelter in passing hollows Breezes culled from your whispers & breath Yet still so silent it's accolade fell For our joyous fleeting from domination We dance in perfect cascade and folly My crumbling spires,an architecture felt Without need for absolution nor foundation My tattered wings beat In flow of your ethereal span And should the dreams come to pass..... Beyond the wounded frames of old Melded together as one raindrop that Enblooms all in my bleeding land And the eyes flicker in a sight That only aspires to eternity's answers It is a vastness that parallels completion, and an emptiness that surpasses perfection
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Wednesday, May 07, 2008
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Current mood:  quixotic
Category: Writing and Poetry
My callous defense is our only oath. Haze wraps around every one of you And through it you stream My alliances are only corroded pillars In a sanctity of all I hold dear And the ice is falling still in it's vacancy Slumber now, my friend In the stillest winters of my heart And I shall hear your descent echo Forever inside me,echoing onwards Lying here suspended sanctity Breathing the fumes of memory Leaking through the winter air The sharp stares of frozen stars Their final peace upon the hour of death For you, my friends, They have taken nothing except for me...
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Wednesday, May 07, 2008
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Current mood:  quixotic
Category: Writing and Poetry
Stones sent from the mouth of noon Swarms of deafening beauty in empty fields Joy can only seem as a port of thoughts The female is the ultimate slumber Bred on beds of silken destiny and roses Bred from the mouth of the autumn sun But I know she would have lived if only She had known just how our pleasures ended She sits upon the sunset and watches me Into her wisdom,awake as it's silent prayer Collapse the wall of apologies & accepting For my love is but a distant shore To escape from myself in fleeing glances Telling her of all the grace In my crumbled halls of winter's echoes Her rose shattered and painted the world With colors of blood and thunder Raining upon me, for I wake as a rose in her
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Wednesday, May 07, 2008
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Current mood:  quixotic
Category: Writing and Poetry
A drop of blood covers the snow And as winter passes a river flows of it Yet shall the summer consume it For the orange skies of autumn swallow it Into itself like the wreaths of love' demise'.. Corrosion of Aphrodite she breathes beyond her own death A wall of names forgotten to berive It's carrion bride of her scarlet shores'.. Now should forever be untrue,for everything Lays broken in cold waters Grasping for a consolation'. Sleep now, Love for the fatal wake of my adoration and hope Shall be the murder of your idle sanctity Millions of hollow stares enrage inside For this is the world that will encompass you'. For lust is your successor to guiding embers'. Sleep now, Love For the only vengeance I offer Is to die inside of you in your stillest hour'..
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Tuesday, May 06, 2008
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Current mood:  quixotic
Category: Art and Photography
To lay in the hand of a dying god in silence........ A ravaged hallway where the sands still blow The sun echoes in it's collapse Singing a testimony to it's crumbled walls This is the moment which vulnerability dies Speaking like a kiss from a blood-drop The sky glows white and blank,with a wraith in the air For this is the color of love and hope & doves raise their wings on the barbwire For this is the color of muted hopes & the muted bride of thought and redemption Her black lips raise and cut open the sky White petals and rain dance upon the earth And sing for the empty sun......
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