fizpepsi bar fiz nightbar fiz night wherefiz night where arenight where are youwhere are you guysare you guys thirsty?you guys thirsty? pepsi?guys thirsty? pepsi bar?thirsty? pepsi bar fiz?pepsi bar fiz night
red wine moonI sawmany moonsfrom the roof~wine in timea design slightly sublime~moon wine not yet invented~~ rather the wine glow~sun goes down moon comes upcup sup
oh to besomehow grey goes with pinkit's a matter of not differentiatingbetween sunset or sunriseboth are beautiful moments so oftlost in thoughtI felt thisbody fall awayfrom me in timeall asallin all
new year drift 2015 over tonew year's eve music plays from outsidefresh music air drifts in from an openwindow and fireworks crack as they usuallydo every holiday from random kidsover at the churchacross the road there was oncea mass of seagullson the church roof more spiritual an experienceI've never seen from there~~a favourite story of mine is the elderlynew year handing over toa newborn year shit I'm getting olderin body but that's only an experience of what the mirrorhas to say my mind is stillquite agelessit's true as it has seeded a few times nowand haha well we'd have totalk about cherry trees best you just go to japanif you want to know all wisdomfrom pink fallingon your head
drumevery drum beat before it hitshas a targetbang and it's here andthen not~~what if the target misses becomes out of sync~~ rain drops too have their target of earthor of water splashing into itselfor into earth or another dry thing transforming to a wet thing~~ rain beats so cool better than drumseven~~
new year's eve birthdayborn in the last hours of the last dayI was always fringe
so moving"it moves me ..""I was moved .."what are these stirrings?oh heart,the real murmurs now
inscribe atoms hold togetheran inscription to remain sometime in a time place what gracethe inscription blazes in a space due to time and graceand my gosh, please takethis inscription such from a humble place grace to notice suchis a description of grace with no face and that isthe face of all grace
ghost storywho is here who is not herewhere is here here is whereghosts are here ghosts are not herewhere is here here is wherewho is here who is not hereghosts are here ghosts are where
Song of HealingDay to night, dark to light,Fall the sands of time.Let the years like the gearsOf a clock unwindIn your mind walk through timeBack to better days.Memories, like a dream,Wash your tears away.Like a star in the sky darkness can't reach you.Light the night, joy is light 'til the new dawn.---Cast away your old faceFull of gloom and spite.With this mask I will askTo borrow your light.
AngelsAngelsthey cry tears of joythey guard us from harmseraph fights for the almightyarchangels fight for earthangels are all around usthey cherish the world
There is a GodThere is a God,no mystery about it.Just look into the sky,and you will see.Touch the mountain peak,and you will see.Just take a breath,hold deep then exhale.And you will see that,there is a God.He is in the laugh of every baby,the glowing smile on their faces.In the heart of each child,dancing with the innocence of this life.He is holding that woman up in her pain.Giving that man strength in his trials.Speaking words of life into the hopeless,shining light into the darkness.He is God.He is the whisper in the wind,calling out your name.He is the Eye in the storm,waiting for you to call out to Him.He is everything you need,you just need to realize it is Him.There is a God,and He is everywhere.In the oceans tide,in the gull's cry,in the fires blaze,in the clouds rain,in your hearts song. There is a God.
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.Books filled with black letters,etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.Veering us from the big picture...the one we fail to paint ourselves.Our fists much too busy with fights,that we are bound to lose.Too occupied in line waiting,for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...but we only enclose each other in small roomswith nothing but old laptops.Missing keys,Oh!How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...Which letter could it be?To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.There's no break for this lonely man,heaving every breathe of stale airinto my overused lungs...Living in confined walls of fleshheld up with brittle paper-mache bones.Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
Therian PoetryThis phantom tail i cannot seeThis misplaced soul inside of meI walk on all foursYet i do not have pawsI wish i could fly awayBut in this place i must staySometimes i wish i could growlOr at least bark,yip or howlDo not give me the bootbecause im an animal in a human suitJust because you dont understandThis is not something that i plannedPlease dont cage mePut me in a straitjacketOr in a soft white roomMaybe if you set your mind free,Your inner therian might bloom
God is a hipster.God went to Starbucksbecause the Wi-Fi signal inheaven is crap. He pullsan HP out of the laptop bag androlls His eyes at the kid luggingin a typewriter. He clicks on Wordbecause He never really stoppedcreating – He has more furniturethan He knows what to do withand no wall space left for His canvases.He likes Word – His Word – becauseit reminds Him of another beginning,before time, before space, before everything.
TherianSomething wells and struggles down insideSomething Im no longer inclined to hide.So much energy, a lethal surgeNo longer now will I fight the urgeTo run in the nightAnd feel the cold air.To hear the silenceAnd see the darkness, so fair.To take my life another wayTo live the night and sleep the day.Words cannot frame what I feelOnly shapeless sounds can make it real.The howls of joy, or rage, or sadness.I swear to you this is not madness.I am what I amI feel what I feel.I am under no delusional spellI am no demon thrown up from hell.Two spirits inside this body dwell,The animal being the least wicked and fell.
Suicide NoteSometimes as I'm sitting hereAnd the tears run unchecked down my faceand my thoughts run through, my head is racingand the things I think about ring too trueAnd sometimes as I'm watching starsTwinkle in the sky I wonder whyI'm still sitting here, why I'm still aliveWouldn't it be somethin' else to dieWould anyone care enough to cryAm I even brave enough to tryand I just sit here thinking to myselfAnd that razor is so invitingand that ledge is so warmI can see myself happy and suningon the 'night's plutonian shore'Don't think there's somethin' wrong with me!Don't tell me I need helpYou don't understand meYou don't know what I'm aboutYou haven't seen the things i have!You don't know where I've beenSo before you tell me how to feelPerhaps you should try and look IN-to the life I'm livingand not AT the life that I've gotIt's nature's to giveand mine to not liveMy time on this earth was intolerableand my mark isn't blazed or engravedI don't want it to remainWhen
Deserted?Darkness covers the desert in just one moment.How many suns do you have in your life?
of substance and essenceyou want to figure it out?your mind is a ghost,sincerely. it is whispers