If only, if only, Said Lion to Lamb I could teach you what I know, just out of hand. This Lamb being younger and stronger than others Had protected his pride from so many hunters, But this promise of Knowledge, so unreachably hidden, Though now seemingly so simply given Kept curiosity growling, so Lamb followed lion wherever he’d go. Finally after months of learning- Said knowledge attained Lambs heart began turning Toward home and old friends. So ‘scraped he the Lion ...

To bring my lips to your ear whispering softly of paradise! Our two hearts, together, keeping the beat of the eternities- Witness to the birth of love enough to staunch the flow of time itself! The purest song streaming, quicksilver, from your soul to my own and back again, As we watch the daybreakunfold hearts entwined, bodies thrumming' with the promise of tomorrows' shared adventures!

So she sits in Desolation Windows blackened, towers silent Now the withered too barren soul No more the resplendant flags, Victoriously waving. Soley the Stones, gone cold and Dieing.

Why is it, do you think that we tend to hurt most those we least wish to? On When Night is Falling (the movie) Q: "...On the homosexuality problem...? A: "Well I don't really think it's a problem per say... I cannot beliece God would be so cruel as to decree that those people..." {we}"...could never be satisified in their lives." How can look at another human being and say they are not as good as I am because they love that way.? Is not the ability to love something to aspire to? Does love no...

I dreamt of you last night. This was, I must admit the second dream in which I've seen you, but this one was different than the first dream; then you were a passing face, but this time... this time the entire night was dedicated entirely to you... Strange isn't it? Considering I haven't seen you in so very long, that I should have memorized all the minute details of your face. Anyway, the dream- I had become a Vagrant, I'm not sure how, but I got the feeling that it was, for the most part by ...

Hello. who are you? Quite the question to ask someone you've just met. My eyebrow rises in spite of myself. It is a bit of a loaded question to ask somone who's name you're not even sure of. Perhaps they are nearer to a chameleon in nature, shifting their visage and changing stance with the surrounding company. Maybe the image is not entirely clear... or a little to clear for comfort...? You never really know. Such a simple seeming question and yet... Well, the sun continues moving across the...

Walking the street, the day is still young, and crimson suddenly stings my eyes with it's vividity. What, in this grey world on the particularly grey day could shine with such vibrant color? Then, comming round the bend I smell them- thier perfume even reminding me of red, deep blood red, and I smile thinking of you as I pass by. Stopping for a moment to bathe in the beauty of the roses. I pick just one of the perfect blooms. Just one to take to you. A small gift, love, but one that could on...

noise without form chaos! whirling malestrom of light is this what it's like to die. somehow i think it would be sweeter velvet silent and peaceful. no fears no pain. blessed darkness devoid of consciousness. simple and quiet. Peaceful rest at long last. haven't thought of a name for that one yet. my mind is simply slow as if i've over-reached my emotional boundries. the way your muscles ache ofter long and arduous use. my phsyche simply isn't used to having been so happy without having a pri...

If only, if only, Said Lion to Lamb I could teach you what I know, just out of hand. This Lamb being younger and stronger than others Had protected his pride from so many hunters, But this promise of Knowledge, so unreachably hidden, Though now seemingly so simply given Kept curiosity growling, so Lamb followed lion wherever he’d go. Finally after months of learning- Said knowledge attained Lambs heart began turning Toward home and old friends. So ‘scaped he the Lion by cover of night to retu...

Monotony.. a wonderfully descriptive word. The dull passing of day, into night, into day and continuing on… The grey on grey hell that keeps you moving and will never release you. The dreary rain that washes away not simply the colors that seemed once so vibrantly true, but with them the passion that made you stand up, and notice. You wake in the morning with silence, dead and rotting- screaming in every corner of your dusty mind. A place that once housed indescribably beautiful fancy of suc...