erin5000

I see the man standing in the sand I see too many people next to me Although I run they just appear But who can help me? no not me I see the man standing in the sand who can help me? yes of course I know he can Although he helps, we struggle much to fly away together.

I love the sand that grinds between my toes the water that moves around my waist The slow current that runs through the River The steadfast love that forms between me and my love I love the pictures captured by the prints Whilst I breathe I love to be free.

It opens into a portle where blackness does appear floating around the darkness I see a miniture sphere upon that sphear of fire many soules come forth twards you from the soules deepest inner minds I see many clues and where those clues lead to a dream is drempt for you.

On an Autum day the leaves do fall fall like the dying dream Where the woman slept cried in her sleep. When she wakes up finding her husband lying on the bathroom floor where he is bleeding she won't stop crying 'cause her love is dying dying slowly, drowning out the sound of her crying. Closeing his eyes to the sight of his wife, who is crying. His memory fading now in the dark he is waiting For What?

                One morning I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock ringing. I sleepily opened my eyes and turned off the alarm. I got up out of bed. After putting on my clothes for swimming; I ate a light breakfast. Then, my mom drove me to the Oak Ridge Civic Center. This is where I swim every weekday from five to seven in the morning.   My mom pulled into the circular drive and let me out. She waited while I walked to the entrance. It's a long walk and at the very end I make a right turn. This is when I first noticed that something was different. The lights inside were bluish and not as bright. I was thinking about this when my hand pul

Two people.                                   Two friends.           With two different hearts. Or maby not.                                   Maby with different ideas. But not personalities. Two friends. Seem to be fine. But maby not. It all differs. Depending perspectives. From others. Between us two. So complicated and yet... So seemingly simple Is that what freindship is?

part one: Fly Away Down Eeternal Streams Where Nothing Belongs But The Cold, Cold Hearts Just Singing Along Through The Long, Long Tunnels Of My Song. Fly Away Down Eeternal Streams Where Nothing Screams But The Cold, Cold Hearts Just Singing Along Through The Long, Long Tunnels Of My Song. ( x2 fadeing) Then, Fadeing Away Into The Songs Where Echos Do Fade (x2) In The Hearts Of The Amazed. Flying Away Down Eeternal Streams Where Nothing Screams And Nothing Dreams But The Cold, Cold Hearts Just Singing Along To My Tune (x2) (go to part 1) Through the Long, Long, Tunnels Of My Songs.

On the verge of insanity I'm sitting here, and pondering my time away. Rage infuses into me, and ready to start a catastrophe. I'm waiting to let it go. Letting it seep through my thoughts. Finally it diminish. I am calm. I'm in control. Relaxed. Can do things with ease. I can breath. Smile, and close my eyes. Meditate. Let all thoughts go. Don't thing about them. Won't think about them. Stare into the vast nothingness of space. Let time go by. No worries. No cares. No anger. I can sleep with ease. Everything disappears slowly. I'm a trance. In my own world of Blank Refreshing Clear Space.