Thursday, December 25, 2008

Whether it be creation or destruction, look for beauty.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

everything i create becomes a desert. every choice cracks the earth, every thought haunts the wasteland.

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Nothing more than.

Schisms in my visions. My hands look like my feet.
Walking every dimension, in between these worlds I stray.
Time is getting heavier, the pace is too fast.
If only they'd see with my mind, these tears do not put out the embers.

If only they'd see with my eyes, I will not be able to make it,
without you. The truth never tasted so good.

Friday, December 5, 2008

Sickening, they see me.
Behind the curtains of hate.
Sickening, I see them.
Behind the curtains of fear.

By the seeds we plant, who will grow?
Follow the will or drown in the sun rays.