Just driftin...

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Sunday, October 7, 2007

Why I cannot move forward...

My witch,My suicide… Like the cycle of the earth around the sun, My life has become joy filled misery, The muse I have found in the past is back again, My love for love is once again my path to depression. But unlike the past where freedom was mine to embrace before joy, Chains like a ships anchor... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, September 3, 2007

My Liege.. The son will always run to the mother for comfort, The mother ever willing to nurture will offer her milk, The son ever hungry will take it and suckle until the day it runs dry, The mother trying always tho will always have milk for her son… The some seeking always to impress will look to... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

The shit the witch inspires

A look under your eyelashes, That half a smile when I enter the room, A touch on the arm in passing, That shy glance to the side as you pass by me, A lingering chat as I sit and smoke, That’s just the ray of sun that lights my day. I see you walking by and I cannot look up, When I feel you near I... Sign in to see full entry.

Moon over love… From a tied up state of being to a tied up state of mind, It took just one night, I went from happy and carefree… To fucked up with knowledge of what I want, Actually I always knew what I wanted… But it took a night under the stars to remind me, That what I wanted was her. Her in all... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Futilty?

The fine haired wench of winter past, Looked down upon a kingdom starving, Her ample bosom bobbing as she moved, Like the full pantry of her empty heart, A breath of wind stirring a branch, With no-one to see it but a mocking bird. Mock little owl in the dark and eat your mouse, While her children... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

The Witch...The Deceiver...

Light skinned girl my white skinned lover, Turn your body from me but don’t go away, Loosen your hair so it frames your face, Don’t brush it away as you look down at me, Let that rough spun brown silk frame my world, Shut out the light 360 as you move your lips closer to mine, Let the curtain part... Sign in to see full entry.

A vision...??

I see with my eyes the death of mine, A dagger drawn across my neck, A spear bursting forth from my stomach, My life-blood wetting the stones… As I fall to my knees speechless, Welcoming the cold warmth of death, Splayed on the ground in a pool of mine, I see with my eyes the death of mine.... Sign in to see full entry.

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