How can I sleep tonight?
Tell me how Mars survived
Fallen with stars
She opened her arms
Venus was in my sky
How could it pass by?
You silently served my time,
Even three chains-
Rust and rains
You puled away the tide.
Girl in the moon
I'm half way there
i see you everywhere
Help me find a way of falling
Close to you!
How could I weep tonight?
Touch and tears collide
Gravity spins
Me into your wings
And covers me in
Your light...
You are the silent silver
linng my cloud
You are the secret flame
That never burns out
Pull away this veil
And rise into view
Girl in the moon!
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
She is what she is...
She'as got a blind smile and a soft touch
A cute little dimple when she laughs too much
They say you fal hard when you meet her
Such is her allure...
She'as got a quick wit and a fast tongue
But she doesn't seem to know that she's the one,
They say she cheats charms, when she whispers,
She's devilishly pure...
You would see if you know her
But its time I told her so.
When I see your blushes
From a compliment of mine it touches,
Something inside I'm getting rushes
The adrenaline rushes
And I'm fascinated
That you really don't know how to take it
When I look at you that way you feel...naked
And I'm so into you
I'm getting rushes!!!
She's about five six
Got a sexy stride
With long tanned legs that she couldn't hide
A fine air of innocence
Nonchalence in every move
She's a sweet sensation tease temptation
She looks good enough to eat!
She's a fallen angel with a devilish streak!
And so they say
Like with like so finely sweet, finally meet...
You would see if you know her!!!
A cute little dimple when she laughs too much
They say you fal hard when you meet her
Such is her allure...
She'as got a quick wit and a fast tongue
But she doesn't seem to know that she's the one,
They say she cheats charms, when she whispers,
She's devilishly pure...
You would see if you know her
But its time I told her so.
When I see your blushes
From a compliment of mine it touches,
Something inside I'm getting rushes
The adrenaline rushes
And I'm fascinated
That you really don't know how to take it
When I look at you that way you feel...naked
And I'm so into you
I'm getting rushes!!!
She's about five six
Got a sexy stride
With long tanned legs that she couldn't hide
A fine air of innocence
Nonchalence in every move
She's a sweet sensation tease temptation
She looks good enough to eat!
She's a fallen angel with a devilish streak!
And so they say
Like with like so finely sweet, finally meet...
You would see if you know her!!!
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
A Tulip
a
tulip
caught
my gaze
untrapped
in its brilliance
inviting to glimpse
yet linger not beyond
this moment's delicate split
where a sacred spectrum sounds
in higher octave against the setting sun
resounding fresher cycles not as yet imagined
in a vibrant promise silhouetted against its beams
reflecting ages paling as they bow in graceful genuflection
to times more vibrant that never can occlude the shine
of a single purple flower so unswerving and stalwart
caught firm yet gentle in my own heartfelt gaze
unfettered in this precious instant's pull
of fervent purple promise held fast
and clear in my beaming iris
as this image of a tulip
so radiant against
the setting sun
is opening
a smile
into
me
tulip
caught
my gaze
untrapped
in its brilliance
inviting to glimpse
yet linger not beyond
this moment's delicate split
where a sacred spectrum sounds
in higher octave against the setting sun
resounding fresher cycles not as yet imagined
in a vibrant promise silhouetted against its beams
reflecting ages paling as they bow in graceful genuflection
to times more vibrant that never can occlude the shine
of a single purple flower so unswerving and stalwart
caught firm yet gentle in my own heartfelt gaze
unfettered in this precious instant's pull
of fervent purple promise held fast
and clear in my beaming iris
as this image of a tulip
so radiant against
the setting sun
is opening
a smile
into
me
sour lip prints...
she spoke of ice-cream;
ice cold handshakes
up the middle of her
wedding dress.
silents drips
of fabric karma
lip gloss lovers promenade.
paper-back sunday
summer nights ,
bedroom whisperer
past
the droop of
shadowed eyes,
and sour lip prints.
come home falcon,
between licorice
i am skilled in
love jawing
and tomato wine.
taste my ever-glow
and flood my sun.
ice cold handshakes
up the middle of her
wedding dress.
silents drips
of fabric karma
lip gloss lovers promenade.
paper-back sunday
summer nights ,
bedroom whisperer
past
the droop of
shadowed eyes,
and sour lip prints.
come home falcon,
between licorice
i am skilled in
love jawing
and tomato wine.
taste my ever-glow
and flood my sun.
And this is Y I don't...
People hear some of my songs and ask if I believe in a "God".
In some of my lyrics it's obvious that there's a certain chance I don't.
The truth is that I don't.
I believe in the possibility that there could be something out there,
but as far as this allmighty great God that protects you, loves you, listens to everything you have to say, answers prayers...
well, no, I definitely don't believe in that one.
Now trust me,
I'm quite scared announcing this, simply because I know for a fact that people are going to immediately judge me, say I'm some "damn devil worshiper", and possibly never even listen to my music again...
Well, to any of you who are on that boat, let me just say...
sorry, but I'm not some crazy "devil worshiper" (on that matter, I don't believe in some "horned satan" either)...
and I'm not some terrible person, and I'm definitely not and never will try to push my 'beliefs' onto anyone.
The absolute truth is that I believe in life and the beauty of each of us individuals.
I think we're amazing creatures with so much possibility.
I think the answer to life is not in the sky, but instead in ourselves.
In some of my lyrics it's obvious that there's a certain chance I don't.
The truth is that I don't.
I believe in the possibility that there could be something out there,
but as far as this allmighty great God that protects you, loves you, listens to everything you have to say, answers prayers...
well, no, I definitely don't believe in that one.
Now trust me,
I'm quite scared announcing this, simply because I know for a fact that people are going to immediately judge me, say I'm some "damn devil worshiper", and possibly never even listen to my music again...
Well, to any of you who are on that boat, let me just say...
sorry, but I'm not some crazy "devil worshiper" (on that matter, I don't believe in some "horned satan" either)...
and I'm not some terrible person, and I'm definitely not and never will try to push my 'beliefs' onto anyone.
The absolute truth is that I believe in life and the beauty of each of us individuals.
I think we're amazing creatures with so much possibility.
I think the answer to life is not in the sky, but instead in ourselves.
Fcuking u safely
For the safety and sanity of my loved ones it is time..............
That thou shalt be turned into a stone,
And that all thy wits shall be turned front to back,
And that over thy face the loathsomeness shall creep,
And that as in a coffin thy limbs shall be bound,
And that light shall be withheld from thine eyes,
And that thy house and lands shall be impoverished and spoiled,
And that all the nourishment shall taste to thy tongue as wormwood,
And that thou shalt be held alien from thy fellow man,
And that these things shall be so until I release thee,
I spread this table and mark this stone
And spit upon it and conceal it,
And light these candles and apply these poisons,
And fix this curse upon thee
In the names of the Four Fires
Whose names are RIL, YUT, SAR, and LOD,
Who shall consume thee as they are consumed
It is done.
Fcuk u all
That thou shalt be turned into a stone,
And that all thy wits shall be turned front to back,
And that over thy face the loathsomeness shall creep,
And that as in a coffin thy limbs shall be bound,
And that light shall be withheld from thine eyes,
And that thy house and lands shall be impoverished and spoiled,
And that all the nourishment shall taste to thy tongue as wormwood,
And that thou shalt be held alien from thy fellow man,
And that these things shall be so until I release thee,
I spread this table and mark this stone
And spit upon it and conceal it,
And light these candles and apply these poisons,
And fix this curse upon thee
In the names of the Four Fires
Whose names are RIL, YUT, SAR, and LOD,
Who shall consume thee as they are consumed
It is done.
Fcuk u all
What was life @ 20?
think i've forgotten what it was like to be 20. u know what i mean? everything was still so fresh then, wasnt it? or am i misremembering? i don't think i knew what the hell was going on when i was 20. i was still a kid. still wet clay, in the process of being molded. going to classes at college, my mouth still dropping open when i heard new things. gobbling up information in my notes, day by day. writing and reading 18 out of every 24 hours. just chomping up whole mouthfuls of texts and lectures and watching people get drunk and stoked up. each sex chasing the other.
it was wild. it was new. surprises every week. just finding out what politics was. just a little quivering divining stick, u know? like the water finders use? that was me. taking a dive downward when it divines where the water really is. trying to find something to dive toward and hang on to. trying to find out what i could believe in.
so i found out what i was interested in. books. history. writing. art. football. LOL, yes, football. drugs, no, not really. booze, just a little bourbon, maybe. i've never been really, totally drunk in my life. and it was when i was 20 that i decided not to go for drunk, a little tipsy is fine. but not two sheets to the wind. scares me too much.
yeah, i was 20, once. it was good, it was fun, it was revelatory. i guess i remember more of it than i thought i did.
Heck...i r'ber it like it was yesterday, after all I've just turned 21!!!
it was wild. it was new. surprises every week. just finding out what politics was. just a little quivering divining stick, u know? like the water finders use? that was me. taking a dive downward when it divines where the water really is. trying to find something to dive toward and hang on to. trying to find out what i could believe in.
so i found out what i was interested in. books. history. writing. art. football. LOL, yes, football. drugs, no, not really. booze, just a little bourbon, maybe. i've never been really, totally drunk in my life. and it was when i was 20 that i decided not to go for drunk, a little tipsy is fine. but not two sheets to the wind. scares me too much.
yeah, i was 20, once. it was good, it was fun, it was revelatory. i guess i remember more of it than i thought i did.
Heck...i r'ber it like it was yesterday, after all I've just turned 21!!!
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