For tis a fine line between this utter madness and the abyss, choose this and let go of that, no finer action to speak of, no finer moment, tales to tell, songs to sing, people to love. Reign of lunacy take hold of my pretty white bones, how long am I required to walk this earth, grace is oblivious to man, for he knows not the true meaning of life, so stumbles like an old fool, they laugh behind his back.
Mexico City 2012
Monday, 27 June 2011
Monday, 20 June 2011
the voices
In my head gifts collide,
so I can see the other side,
so I can hear the angels sing,
so I can thank them for the joy they bring.
The confusion my life doth entail,
like a babe inside I wail,
like a bird from pillar to post,
to curse myself a deamon host,
Spring ascend with colour and form,
to clear the skies, to calm the storm,
to drown the voices in my soul,
a human form, a human role.
Athens 1199
so I can see the other side,
so I can hear the angels sing,
so I can thank them for the joy they bring.
The confusion my life doth entail,
like a babe inside I wail,
like a bird from pillar to post,
to curse myself a deamon host,
Spring ascend with colour and form,
to clear the skies, to calm the storm,
to drown the voices in my soul,
a human form, a human role.
Athens 1199
Saturday, 4 June 2011
Rested
Gilded dreams of frozen empathy,
for the sleep has drowned you all out.
The sleep I so desparately needed finally came,
and the deaths of innocent villagers has been forgotten for the bloodshed to follow,
for the bloodshed to follow.
for the sleep has drowned you all out.
The sleep I so desparately needed finally came,
and the deaths of innocent villagers has been forgotten for the bloodshed to follow,
for the bloodshed to follow.
Friday, 3 June 2011
For the lost souls,
For the lost souls, I give you my wine,
for I know twill only be a short time,
for the wieght of the heavens breaks your backs,
and no longer can you crawl beneath its loom,
the sands of time shall finally click,
a mortal quest into a trick.......!
The Gates of Heaven 1783
for I know twill only be a short time,
for the wieght of the heavens breaks your backs,
and no longer can you crawl beneath its loom,
the sands of time shall finally click,
a mortal quest into a trick.......!
The Gates of Heaven 1783
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