My tongue is the brush with which I paint into reality my vision.
My limbs, the strings upon the guitar that evokes reaction through their action.
My eyes and ears, the quill that scribes experiences upon my memory and I am but the composer & director. For I create a story unlike any other.
The stage is set.
Another day
Another script
As another Rembrandt of words shares the quill I wonder how the music will play.
For I wish to paint a ballad.
Swing left, now right
Carving to the lub dub of the base, trees pass
Breath
Darkness within an empty ally, ice breaks
Sounds of glass shattering within an empty hallway
Breath
The night is bright as day
The fog, like the old smoking sections
Breath
White snow, greyed by dusk
Silence prevailing, consuming sound
Cigarette in mouth, match in hand, I strike
Dusk recedes, silence shot, the flame dances.
Breath
Feel the wind rush by
Exhale
Watch the spinning smoke
Smile...
A gleam of blue made vibrant by the hot sun bleached gold, too beautiful to describe with ten-thousand words. The eye of the beholder bestows true love with great beauty. Behold; A goddess.
Bodies murmur, machines hum as I sit clacking away at the keyboard. Thinking of what I was thinking before the murmur invaded my train of thought. White walls littered with letters, type, text, as this body grows letter by letter clack by click like an indecisive train, lost by thought it speeds to a halt only to double in pace and then return to turtle. Thus distracted my mind flies to types of texts of storm cloud rage, fire fury, razor sharp lust, bed sheet romance, and revolver passion, the white walls sing with words, words wondrously woven to a deeper meaning; the difference between culture and torture, the similarity of fantasy and rea
You seem a little off. Is everything okay?
Stresses plague you, under your eyes,
And at the corners of that fake smile.
Cold?
Come, let me help you burn away your troubles.
Allow me to shield you with my embrace.
Allow your mind to go numb and if only for
This moment,
Forget about the past.
Ignore the future.
Close your eyes and return to yourself.
You are here and be here now.
What is it you feel?
My tongue is the brush with which I paint into reality my vision.
My limbs, the strings upon the guitar that evokes reaction through their action.
My eyes and ears, the quill that scribes experiences upon my memory and I am but the composer & director. For I create a story unlike any other.
The stage is set.
Another day
Another script
As another Rembrandt of words shares the quill I wonder how the music will play.
For I wish to paint a ballad.
Swing left, now right
Carving to the lub dub of the base, trees pass
Breath
Darkness within an empty ally, ice breaks
Sounds of glass shattering within an empty hallway
Breath
The night is bright as day
The fog, like the old smoking sections
Breath
White snow, greyed by dusk
Silence prevailing, consuming sound
Cigarette in mouth, match in hand, I strike
Dusk recedes, silence shot, the flame dances.
Breath
Feel the wind rush by
Exhale
Watch the spinning smoke
Smile...
A gleam of blue made vibrant by the hot sun bleached gold, too beautiful to describe with ten-thousand words. The eye of the beholder bestows true love with great beauty. Behold; A goddess.
Though they be for sweet,
Or for sorrow,
They are the sign of true emotion.
Those who let them flow,
Are those who have hearts.
Those who mask them,
Shall wallow in misery.
They shan't know the joys,
And pains of devotion.
Nor shall they live.
For they live in fear,
Fear of their souls being exposed,
Exposed for all to see the beauty.
For there is beauty in every soul
That can weep for something dear.
Someone close.
Permit your eyes to dampen.
Let them dampen with pure…
Emotion.
She sits at a window
Taunting and teasing,
Many a mile away.
She sits with her eyes
Cast upon the black horizon
Speckled with the stars
Of the heavens above.
I may not see her,
But my heart can lead me to her.
For distance knows,
That as it grows,
Two hearts are drawn together.
The void that spreads twixt
Two hearts in love,
Makes the love grow stronger,
And leaves them feeling,
Cold and lonely no longer.
It begins with a flame
That licks at the vast expanse.
Illuminating it's secrets,
Hidden by a shroud of shadows.
The truth consumed in darkness,
Only lies are manifest from within.
Another curious mind ignites,
Chasing back the shadows,
Like rodents before a sea of serpents.
Another glows, the darkness fades.
From across the void three more emerge,
One wild, one brighter, one blue.
Before long pools of fire dance,
Far and wide they explore the unknown,
Revealing truths before unseen.
A puzzled onlooker, seeing the cloud of light,
Is set ablaze with wonderment.
The embers of those inspired,
Spread like a blessed plague,
To a
A crisp spring wind breaths thru the grass.
The serene night sky hangs above me,
My back pressed gently into the soft earth.
The breeze knocks the hair from my eyes.
They open, blink drawn to two stars,
Oddly foreign,
Strangely familiar.
They return my gaze,
Growing brighter,
They glint like blue mercury upon the desert sand.
In my minds eye they seem to smile.
I smile back.
My hand lifts to touch the face
From which the gems gleamed.
She leans closer, my palm upon her cheek.
I close my eyes.
Our lips meet for that sweet second,
Time stops, our hearts intertwine
The wind sighs again, dispersing the mirage.
As th
Current Residence: Be back in 5 Favourite genre of music: Loud Favourite style of art: Text Operating System: The human brain MP3 player of choice: ZUNE Shell of choice: Kupa Skin of choice: Ummmm...Mine Favourite cartoon character: Buggs Bunny Personal Quote: Hell was full, so I came back.