Sunday, April 02, 2006


Just too big to matter.
A haunted hefty hollow
Deceived into shadow.
Eclipsing the life of
Impossibly sweet dreams.
Mendacity from men
While pushing to reckon
The heart with the veracity.
Falling through the ice of
Sins committed by the
Mind of a sleeping soul.

Too true the eyes of
Touching hands and breath.
Can I long for you?
Can I sing for you?
Millions of miles strumming
The reach and appealing
The sky that flows openly.
Dare I dream the blue blossom?
A heart in remission
With the dreams and essence of
Untold and undefined want.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

if u don't publish this, i will shoot you!! j/k ::grins::

8:20 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

can't move
can't decide
can't think
can't hear
can't speak
can't see
can't touch
completely immobilized


8:44 AM  
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7:45 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

catatonic is the muse
the one without reclines
without humor
without joy
without serenity

darkness is joy
flesh is blood
slaughter is light
truth is death

blasting of the mind
to the ends of time
o'er and o'er
cowered mind's eye
illusion ney, tis truth
terrible truth

the whirling of the universe
contained in the eye of a silence

7:47 PM  
Blogger ScarletSphinx said...

What longing can be found in truth
what pain can be found in the light
Do the wings carry or inhibit?

7:02 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

wings are but a tool
flight, like in the mind

3:53 PM  

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