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A switching of location Neither gone, nor lost At home with loved ones Never forgone or forgot An extended vacation Where time has no bearing Watching earthly loved ones Whilst always...
Where have the innocent gone.
This journey is long. This journey is mine. It started as a grain of sand. At the beginning of time. Obstacles and challenges. Obstruct my way. I adhere to the principles. That guide me day by day.
The flowers woven into her long ginger hair. The delicate fabrics of her dress flair. Her beautiful skin soft and fair. One has no choice but to stop and stare.
The candles heart listens. To my outpour on life. I seek it's warmth now. Gathering all it's light. Attentively it hears me. In all my sweet glory. Kissing every word of mine.
I was a man with a magnificent plan. I was going to die. That was my plan. Fuck it, I'll just go out with a bang. Screw it, I don't need to be told a thing. Shut the fuck up, and kiss my royal ring.
I have a small bucket list it's true Just a few things I've dreamed of my whole life through.
The age old story of the life and times, of Lucifer, the keeper of the flame. At first I arrived in open embrace, as the man on the outside foretold.
There is a place, Halfway between heaven and hell, Where your sins are offset by your kindness. Your love is cherished, Your honesty rewarded, And your anger judged.
They say my faith is just a waste Not going to church leaves a bad taste They say I'm not a true child of God Looking at me with disapproving nods They say I need to read the book every...
Inspired by The Waterboys song "The Pan Within." Come with me to a place deep within. Pound the earth, release the savage, shed your skin. Pounce on the pleasure feel the beast, let it in.
A Modern Psalm --------------------------------- Pain, thrusting, jagged, splintering pain. Pain in my head, in my back, in my stomach and my heart. When will this stop.
Slave to the rhythm of life. Reminisc my previous life. I lived, I loved, I died. Sat myself and sighed. Mysteries so deep to everyone else, just nature to me, really nothing else.
Oh sweet lord, look down upon me this night and set me free from the angst and turmoil in my life.
I've been told that our thoughts need monitoring every so often and I reckon they're right.
I know that you are up there, guiding me through my trials and tribulations. If only I knew who you are, and where, I would give you my altercations. Are you fate, or are you my savior.
One Word Story (explanation) This is my attempt at "abstract art" through words. Enjoy this long ass explanation/rant. Hope I don't come across as pretentious or something.
I was born on this Earth to be a servant of The Supreme Creator, through questioning and awareness of being and reality.
The hut was filled with smoke, the fire was burning blue, the incense was mind-altering, and so where the mushrooms he chewed.
I often dreamt of my perfect world when I was little, how I wished it were real.
Ok Lord I've had enough. I need to get this prayer thing right and take it by the scruff.
What a glorious sun filled morning I have had in more ways than one.
It was laying in the long grass, somewhat useless and forlorn, and she hadn't even noticed that she'd lost the cross she'd worn.
Eat : enjoy your food with pleasure in all your heart. Relish it's taste in every bite. Don't of gaining excess weight... Don't give into what people would think of your choice of food..