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Gender: Male
Status: Single
Age: 99
Sign: Cancer

City: Hot Springs
State: Arkansas
Country: US
Signup Date: 12/11/2005

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August 11, 2009 - Tuesday 
I dont ask much,
But on this I must demand,
Your trust.

Do not Doubt
My power
Or in your most needy moment
it will fail you

YOU MUST

Feel it like an invisible cloak
Draped around your shoulders
An uncrossable moat
Impassable boulders
Warming Fire
Deep Within
Cool water
On your Skin

BELIEVE IN ME LIKE YOU BELIEVED IN HIM

As above
so below
and beyond
I imagine

Perfection Sphere
Nothing out here
Spinning Chaos
Singing Love

Lights Above Blinding
Demons Below Flighting
Our Circles Power Heightining

Things Unseen Hav Been
Before Time Was
And in this
WASTELAND
They saw Perfection
IS NEVER PERFECT
IT MUST ALWAYS BE IMPROVED

So work with me
and build the tomorrow
that never comes

April 20, 2009 - Monday 
....................

I SEEK A VISION OF CHAOS

TO RISE ABOVE THE OREDERED PLANE

TO EASE THE PAIN THAT OFFENDS ME

TO RELAX MY PAIN

.. ..

TOXINS INTO MY BODY

DISTORTING MY PRECPTION

SEEING PAST DECPEITONS AND CREATING NEW EXPECTIONS

RISEING ABOVE THE NOISE

BASKING IN THE LIGHT

LIKE AN RAVEN IN THE MOONLIGHT

.. ..

FALLING SWEET FALLING

INTO THE HANDS OF CHAOS

SEEK NOT THE UNRIGHOUTS WAY

BUT SEEK WHAT SEEMS TRUE

TO YOU

.. ..

LOST AMONGST THE RUINS

OF MY SHATTERD GOLDEN DREAM

I  SEARCH THE HORIZION


NOT A STAR TO BE SEEN



February 14, 2009 - Saturday 


Proverbs Of Hell


(plates 7-10)


In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy, drive your cart and

your plow over the bones of the dead, the road of excess leads to the

palace of wisdom. Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by incapacity.

He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence. The cut worm forgives the

plow. Dip him in the river who loves water. A fool sees not the same tree

that a wise man sees. He whose face gives no light, shall never become a

star. Eternity is in love with the productions of time. The busy bee has

no time for sorrow. The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock; but of

wisdom, no clock can measure. All wholsom food is caught without a net or

a trap. Bring out number, weight & measure in a year of dearth. No bird

soars too high, if he soars with his own wings. A dead body revenges not

injuries. The most sublime act is to set another before you. If the fool

would persist in his folly, he would become wise. Folly is the cloke of

knavery. Shame is pride's cloke. Prisons are built with stones of law,

brothers with bricks of religion. The pride of the peacock is the glory of

God. The lust of the goat is the bounty of God. The wrath of the lion is

the wisdom of God. The nakedness of woman is the work of God. Excess of

sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps. The roaring of lions, the howling of

wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are

portions of eternity too great for the eye of man. The fox condemns the

trap, not himself. Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth. Let man wear the

feel of the lion, woman the fleece of the sheep. The bird a nest, the

spider a web, man friendship. The selfish smiling fool,& the sullen,

frowning fool shall be thought wise, that they may be a rod. What is now

proved was only once imagin'd. The rat, the mouse, the fox, the rabbet

watch the roots; the lion the tyger, the horse, the elephant, watch the

fruits. The cistern contains: the fountain overflows. One thought fills

immensity, always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid

you. Every thing possible to be beliv'd is an image of truth. The eagle

never lost so much time, as when he submitted to learn of the crow. The

fox provides for himself, but God provides for the lion. Think in the

morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night. He who

has suffer'd you to impose on him knows you. As the plow follows words, so

God rewards prayers. The tygers of wrath are the wiser than the horses of

instruction. Expect poison from the standing water. You never know what is

enough unless you know what is more than enough. Listen to the fool's

reproach! It is a kingly title! The eyes of fire, the nostrils of air, the

mouth of water, the beard of earth. The weak in courage is strong in

cunning. The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow; nor the

lion, the horse, how he shall take his pray. The thankful receiver bears a

plentiful harvest. If others had not been foolish, we should be so. The

soul of sweet delight can never be defil'd. When thou seest an eagle, thou

seest a portion of genius; lift up thy head! As the caterpiller chooses

the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on. So the priest lays his curse on the

fairest joys. To create a little flower is the labour of ages. Damn

braces: bless relaxes. The best wine is the oldest, the best water the

newest. Prayers plow not! Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not! The head

sublime, the heart pathos, the genitals beauty, the hands & feet

proportion. As the air to bird or the sea to fish, so is contempt to the

contemptible. The crow wish'd every thing was black, the owl that every

thing was white. Exuberance is beauty. If the lion was advised by the fox,

he would be cunning. Improve (me) nt makes strait road; but the crooked

roads without improvement are roads of genius. Sooner murder an infant in

its cradle than nurse unacted desires. Where man is not, nature is barren.

Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be beliv'd.

Enough! Or too much.




August 11, 2008 - Monday 
I feel their eyes apon me
In the dark and quite night,
Though I shut them out with all my might.
It pains me to know the light.

Its been so long
since Ive belonged
that I perfer to be alone.
Forever away from Home.

I drift among the chaos
and sing my tired song.
Though my soul is strong,
My heart wont last long.

Intake of Perception
has led me to conclued
that you people hold nothing but deception
and tend to be stupid, arrogent and rude.

I walk on down the shadowed path
and whisper back to the darkness
let go of the past
and embrace the chaos.


July 21, 2008 - Monday 
Listen close My Love,
This song is for you.
A Sad Song Of Hope,
Is all I have for you...

You seek melodies of joy.
and tales of boyish glee
But I am no boy,
Only the Undead Man before thee.

And so I sing this song for you,
To tell you the things I could never say.
Why I do the things i do,
and why I feel this way.

I wear a suit of severed ties.
Green eyes glitter behind glasses glazed green.
I stand on a hill of lies,
broken promises and shattered dreams.

I have seen Death, and I know his face.
I have ridden with Lonliness,
And battled the Fates.
I have forgotton whn I started running this Race.

I have so long longed for a lover
To promise me their soul,
And swear to love no other.
To fill this gapeing hole.

I offer my heart, to anyone who cares
Please hold it for a moment,
Let me know your there.
Dont let it fall again, I havent any thread.

And If the day ever comes,
When my heart grows heavy in your hands,
Then let it fall ,
Fuck it all.
I AM THE UNDEAD MAN.

i love you ...

June 23, 2008 - Monday 
Inhale the dragon, let it in.
Sweet Smoke's Caress
(Like a Lover)
Burning inside like no other.
To numb the pain of lonlieness.
Release the hit and cacth my breath,
Before I start again.
Feeding my mind to the nothingness.

Ive lived in this cloud for so long,
that I cannot see the ground.
My eyes water and I cough .
I enjoy the sound.
As the world spins and my mind expands,
I see and hear the sorrow, and fear,human hymn

Come and be lost with me.
In this magick cloud.
Crawl around reality with me,
Loose your mind.
Dicover that there is
So much more to find.

The music gets louder..faster..
Like some horror movie theme.
But we cannot shut it out.
Just up the dosage,
And for a little while:
Pretend were still sane.

Rock back and Forth and scream to god.
WHY?
Listen for replies.
Someone let me know,
If they ever get a message from the sky.



June 8, 2008 - Sunday 
Can you hear them?
Just beyond your hearing, you can almost make out the words...
Your sure that your by yourself...aren't you?
But those wispers....you can almost hear them...
So low, but the words make more sence the harder you listen.
~~~~~~~~~
Are they talking about you? It sounds like the wisperers are watching you. Discussing you even?
Your not sure...its so quite.....
Maybe your going crazy old boy. I wouldn't half blame you. You've got about as much right to be as most .
~~~~~~~~
There. Your sure you heard them. you are sure its more than one voice, they were just talking about what you just did. You know you heard that right. But your alone aren't you? Fuck, your in your house at 4 in the morning and you still hear them. Wispering, Describing, Critiseing, Laughing.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Yes, you deffantly hear them. More and More often it seems. And it dosent matter if your alone or not anymore. A crowded room at noon, the voices come from all over. 4am walking the dog, they come form diffrent sides. Your sure if someone was watching you you would look like a crazy darting your head back and forth listing for wispers that arent there.
~~~~~~~
I dont think i can take much more.  The things i hear, the voices... the horrifying things they say, gods let it not be true, its madness i say.....yess....madnes....there is no other option now.... i can see it now ...the madness. there is no hope now....
leave. leave now...while you still have hope....
April 13, 2008 - Sunday 
I look out at this world you have built,
And I see a world doomed to apocalpyse.
Wearing such fake, pretty masks,
my my look at all the cracks.....
Here, let me lift the mask,
you remember me, its ok....
I will chase the demons away.
Suffering and Hate, Greed and Fear
That is all that is benath the masks,
so well crafted and perfected masks they are.
But I see through them from afar,
Listen to me; I'll pull you close
Soon comes the close
To this Broken game they play
But when you have
all lie down in your graves
Ill stay


March 30, 2008 - Sunday 
I call on Acient Demons,
to whom I sold my soul.
Fullfill your Deadly Bargin, 
Now make me whole.


Take all theses Usless Feelings,
Bury them in a dark hole.
Imbue me with Acient Magick,
Show me wonders untold,
Possablity fearfull to behold.

I call on Acient Demons
To whom I sold my soul.
Awaken my inner power,
 let my fate unfold.

I Walk the Endless path.
Embrace the Chaos,
 that permeates .
Remove these obstacels,
in my way.
Forever run from light of Day.

These are my words;
 my chrildren.
 Heed what I say.
Always look foward,
  To the next day.
Look not behind you,
Thats where Demons lay..




March 20, 2008 - Thursday 
My soul has walked to the corners
Of this world a thousand times
I have seen a hundred ages
I have lived a thousand lives.

So weary of this world
So bored with this reality
I must escape my boundries
Reincarnation is getin old

So long ago i sold my soul,
To know Truth with a capital T.
Usless shit. Cassandra complex;  now i see
There is no Truth with a capital T.
Only what is real to thee.

Bound within this Black Iorn Prison.
Of my own concensis mind.
Magick herb, are you as close to god,
As ill ever get?

A wicked trip to my sences
The only other truth i know.
Altering reality, beins with
Altering your self. The way you
see the world ; reflection of yourself

But ill finish now
as it seems im out of
knowledge
But think on what ive said here
i deserve
a second look.