Monday, September 26, 2011
High Innocence
The lights of life
not meant to dominate
darkness has its place
A thought is bright
until it meets with fate
where the gold is chased
The color white
faces a swift attack
from a soft embrace
A devil raised
just to lay him down
invites the oldest curse
The give and take
follows my heart around
was it ever pure
Jena on the Mountain
She blended in the wind
Tried to hide her eyes
Then I followed a trace
of something so alive
It burned right through me
She showed me just enough
followed even closer
Focusing my thoughts on
feelings so intense
I was starting to fly
A movement in the night
Where pleasure is fighting
climbing even higher
flashing like lightning
Sparks against the sky
It burned right through me
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Universe
Somewhere in this universe
in the lights
the Greys are watching
A count of our mistakes
adds up like scars
across the human face
The respect for all
the wonders in our world
has been bought and sold
The letters are fading
Patience for a race
to worship nature first
or see the damage done
is growing old
Somewhere in this universe
judgment is waiting
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Friday, September 2, 2011
New Outsiders
Welcome to Neverland
Kicked to the curb
Dance in the weeds
On dirty streets
a welcome mat
of broken dreamers
Crucified unclean
A concrete cross
The nails were cheap
In the open
do the bright eyes
burn the deepest
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