So yeah, there will be little activity from me for quite some time.


Know ThyselfKnow thyself the prophet cried And to thine own self be true With no further guide than this To steer the wand’ring soul Each must find its own way To know the self that finds Meaning on the raining sky The quiet contemplation Of mud ‘tween painted toes Which does not feel, though does reflect In ever widening circle’s tones The self that sees it ever changing The world behind the glass Ends with no refraction And needs no image to direct A self that breathes in easy quiet That has never feared chill death And then, lonely spirit, onlyKnow Thyself


I Want to ForgetI want to feel the kisses Of a thousand little raindrops I want to hear the wind Roaring in my ears I want to return to a faded glory Most of all I want to forgetI Want to Forget
All the lies All the tries All the attempts to make it right Cutting short Out of sorts Buried not quite out of sight
I want to leave it all behind Please be kind, don’t remind Forgetting the years takes time Even healing can be painful Still I think it’s worth the while I can see the sky is beautiful (Again)
Metal shards Stolen cars A st


All the Other WorldsI pass each of these faces bundled down behind the raincoats staring down or up or slanting into space absorbed into mysterious thoughts idly, busily, passing through these streets every mind its own shade a new tint, a different slant a countless collection of the human universe and I peer into those featuresAll the Other Worlds
as they pass one by one seeking glimpses to the inner sanctum wondering if that eyebrow that lash, that unruly lock of hair the quirk of the old lady's smile hands folded neatly as she walks the shimmer of the gypsy girl's eye as she sways a


Outside Your DoorHere I stand again Hopeless fool that I am One fist clutched tight Around my fleeced scarf The other poised above my head Wrist trembling with potential Held in check by groaning weight Of the waiting possibilities I want to let it fall To let the twisting terror drain With the boom of my fist against your door Silence the mumbling voices That drift across the barrier It should be so easy To let gravity take its course Body swaying, follow the momentum But I can’t let go Once more standing frozen here Just outside your door A battOutside Your Door
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this shit is fucking classy
revenge of the pumpkin people is great. something absolutely disturbingly funny about the whole idea behind it. ^______^
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LadyFireIce
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