Saturday, October 8, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
When its quiet,
when everyone is gone,
it sings.
The glistening water lifts its voice,
hums the soothing notes of an unknown song.
The music of a beautiful voice,
a magical tune that is carried with the wind.
Then.
Emerald leaves on the old trees,
Crimson roses on the thorn bushes,
yellow tulips in their bunches,
and all begin to hum.
Nature is swaying with the warm breeze,
as the music continues to play.
when everyone is gone,
it sings.
The glistening water lifts its voice,
hums the soothing notes of an unknown song.
The music of a beautiful voice,
a magical tune that is carried with the wind.
Then.
Emerald leaves on the old trees,
Crimson roses on the thorn bushes,
yellow tulips in their bunches,
and all begin to hum.
Nature is swaying with the warm breeze,
as the music continues to play.
waiting for the ship in call.
There's something in the way i move,
that keeps them on their own
A star explodes a storm,
a billion seasons born.
A shock to the waves i know,
breaking far from shore.
Don't want to talk,
all i hear is noise.
Don't want to talk.
Empire of the Sun.
And say you’re climbing a tree and you fall
when you reach the top.
Your body is limp,
your eyes are shut,
you’re still trying to find the strength to open them.
Your clothes are sticking to your sweaty skin,
as you lay there panting,
trying to catch your breath.
But when you open your glossy eyes,
seeing where you are,
looking around,
you become confused.
Why are you in your room?
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Many say different things,
many are wrong.
They say if you are determined you can get anything your heart desires,
anything?
To have anything you want,
to have anything your heart desires,
it's gunna cost you.
But what if you want time,
what if you want to take back something you did,
something you said,
something you regret.
Realize.
You can't get everything,
you can't buy everything,
because there isn't a price on everything.
No matter how determined you are,
no matter how hard you try,
how hard you work.
You can't buy time,
you can't buy your way back,
you can't rewind to the past.
Time passes and never returns,
shit happens and there's nothing you can do about it.
The only thing is to move on,
live in the present,
wait for the future,
hope that anything else you decide to do... is worth it.
"The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it." - Omar Khayyam
Friday, August 26, 2011
Saturday, August 20, 2011

Il semble que quelqu'un ait convoqué l'espoir
Les rues sont des jardins, je danse sur les trottoirs
Il semble que mes bras soient devenus des ailes
Qu'à chaque instant qui vole je puisse toucher le ciel
Qu'à chaque instant qui passe je puisse manger le ciel
Il semble que mes bras soient devenus des ailes
Qu'à chaque instant qui vole je puisse toucher le ciel
Qu'à chaque instant qui passe je puisse manger le ciel
Le clochers sont penchés les arbres déraisonnent
Ils croulent sous les fleurs au plus roux de l'automne
La niege ne fond plus la pluie chante doucement
Et même les réverbères ont un air impatient
Et même les cailloux se donnent l'air important
Ils croulent sous les fleurs au plus roux de l'automne
La niege ne fond plus la pluie chante doucement
Et même les réverbères ont un air impatient
Et même les cailloux se donnent l'air important
Saturday, August 13, 2011
The reflection is staring,
someone completely different.
Feeling the unwanted presence,
lurking deep inside.
As it runs through the veins,
gliding through the warm blood.
As it sits under the skin,
waiting to come out.
It's seen in the reflection,
while its serpentine eyes penetrate.
It wants to win,
it wont,
it stays behind the glass.
someone completely different.
Feeling the unwanted presence,
lurking deep inside.
As it runs through the veins,
gliding through the warm blood.
As it sits under the skin,
waiting to come out.
It's seen in the reflection,
while its serpentine eyes penetrate.
It wants to win,
it wont,
it stays behind the glass.
Friday, January 28, 2011
To enchant,
to allure,
to captivate,
to charm,
to capture.
It's not really her, it's her mask.
The mask is speaking not her.
The mask is giving her emotion not her.
She keeps everything behind the mask,
What she shows is an act,
Something that could probably not even exist.
But, what does she hide behind the mask?
It's her world, her mind, her reality.
Something for her to know, and no one will ever find out.
"We wear the mask that grins and lies, it hides our cheeks and shades our eyes." -Paul Laurence Dunbar
Thursday, January 27, 2011
The sunset on land over and ocean,
the sunset in the sky above the clouds.
Yet they look so similar.
Look at the smooth clouds that ripple around the fire,
observe the sea of clouds that is above us.
Endless miles deep, where the bottom cant be seen.
We have our own glittering bodies of water,
and so do the mysteries that exist over our heads.
"Behind every cloud is another cloud." -Judy Garland
The more general definition of "NO TRESPASSING"
Stop.
Halt.
Pause.
Freeze.
Lay off.
Fuck off.
When you see an old building in the country, in the middle of no where.
Where the walls are rotting away with mold building up along the creases.
The doors and windows are blocked with nailed, washed out, wooden plaques.
Then a broken wire fence thats stretched along the ground with a "NO TRESPASSING" sign.
But there is always that mystery, "Why?"
Just the feeling of being scared thrills me.
"Should i go to the back and find an entrance?"
I glance at my friend and smile, she knows exactly what I'm thinking as i begin to step over the sign towards the mystery thats pulling me in.
"Without mysteries, life would be very dull indeed. What would be left to strive for if everything were known." -Charles de Lint
Sunday, January 2, 2011
I am the wind that blows through the trees,
I am the leaves that grow on the branches.
I am the grains that make the dirt,
I am the dirt that makes the ground.
I make the heat that comes from the sun,
I give the shine to the moon in the night.
I create the height to the rocky cliffs,
and the ripples of every chilly stream.
I have the ability to transform every drop of dew into a crystal,
and every snowflake to melt into drops of water.
Can you guess what i am?
"Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better" -Albert Einstein
Another generation,
a generation of youth to stir the world.
Let us stop the time,
lets us stop the universe,
let us pause,
let us stop moving.
Let us look around,
let us look at every one,
let us look at everyone in the eye.
What do you see?
Another generation,
a generation of different people,
a different vibe,
a different sense.
As the generations grow,
everyone grows,
to be their own person,
in these generations.
"feel the vibration, rise up it's time
another generation, keeping this vibe alive"
-Stick Figure
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