Innocence is the silence...
tranquil it keeps one calm,
around the wilderness is spawned
In the memory it is hold, as yesterday is mourned
My body denies feeling warm, cold by the morning’s arrival
O' the woe! Cunning in thinking I can meet as a challenge
wave my sword to the heaven
"Damn thee he vans, you menace!"
Close world inside is my grieved sentence
I heard no sound....
No question in repentance, as blood is soiled to the ground
Cannot reveal myself to this town
hide in the shade, withered like a flower in decay
Anticipate, you do not await to get away
Your escape seen as my foreplay
Run, cry to others arms!
I can bring you charm, yet you cry
when close as if harm
You passion me in this view
I can heal those wounds
Attract a slap? As if im a loon!?
Love me lovely, that’s why I run to you
through the wilderness under the moon
A las I hear no sound, as she fell to the ground
She touched were love was not found
Watched the avail as her fingers only lingered now
Grabbed her hand, pressed to my lips
My kiss (laugh) she couldn't resist
I insist this was more than bliss!
One last taste of those lips
I dug my love to the ground
Entombed young with no tongue
Alas I heard no more sound....
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Get away song (2006)
Song I did in 2008, I made a picture video to it to add pics to my imagination to my words.....
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Mind in a blurr
I Drive in a mind of a blurr,
while I stare at her
she murders the wings of my dreams,
for I can't even think
I carry a frown, and for some time felt like I was on trial
Yet she gives me a smile,
causing me to act like a child
O' and those eyes, I can't describe
and if I did you would say I lied
for beauty like yours I couldn't balance with the pen I write
She sends me in a tremble soo feverish,
that if given a kiss
a blind man can see his granted bliss
and wish that his cause of demise
would one day be from looking upon her eyes.
while I stare at her
she murders the wings of my dreams,
for I can't even think
I carry a frown, and for some time felt like I was on trial
Yet she gives me a smile,
causing me to act like a child
O' and those eyes, I can't describe
and if I did you would say I lied
for beauty like yours I couldn't balance with the pen I write
She sends me in a tremble soo feverish,
that if given a kiss
a blind man can see his granted bliss
and wish that his cause of demise
would one day be from looking upon her eyes.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Living Proof (2001)
Head pulses, body is stiff
In the cool dark night, cigarettes are kissed
Dissassembled
writing,Hand trembling trying to assemble.
How the core of this inflicting hole
is hard to reach for
My eyes want to close
feel so Fatigued. I need to breath
Maybe I should pack my things & leave
And only thing left is me...
My shoulders ache in grieve
Ink from my pen furiously bleeds
It writes words on the page .... like "free,"" be me,"
"seek a divinity"
awake to beauty in simplicity
writing needs that float in distort,
chaos of emotion are constantly in war
trapped with no sight of a door
with eyes open, what am I looking for?
Am I close to knocking on heavens door?
Witness in my wilderness
"Nervous beakdown" which one can conclude
As you can see
I am that living proof
In the cool dark night, cigarettes are kissed
Dissassembled
writing,Hand trembling trying to assemble.
How the core of this inflicting hole
is hard to reach for
My eyes want to close
feel so Fatigued. I need to breath
Maybe I should pack my things & leave
And only thing left is me...
My shoulders ache in grieve
Ink from my pen furiously bleeds
It writes words on the page .... like "free,"" be me,"
"seek a divinity"
awake to beauty in simplicity
writing needs that float in distort,
chaos of emotion are constantly in war
trapped with no sight of a door
with eyes open, what am I looking for?
Am I close to knocking on heavens door?
Witness in my wilderness
"Nervous beakdown" which one can conclude
As you can see
I am that living proof
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