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.