Tonight I stared into the night sky for the first time in a long while. Ever find yourself doing that? Just staring into the eyes of the man on the moon until you can hear him whispering to you through the wind? My eyes glazed back and forth between the brilliance of the moon and the cloud clothed stars. The images and thoughts that erupt during this sort of cozmic daydreaming are staggering. I can never help but think of all the people I know when I lock eyes with the moon. You always h...

July 13, 2007 The story you are about to experience is real. No names have have been changed because there is no one to protect; no one is innocent. Innocence, what an outmoded idea. Why is this concept still alive? Why is the word even still in the language? Why does any one person still assume that there is innocence in this world? Innocence projects lack of guilt in one form or another. But I know now that everyone is, or will be, guilty of some mortal sin throughout life. Just today i was...

my heart trembles at your presence oh, to be in love with your essence i see you float along the floor like so many others have before thoughts of love trigger in me not what most would ever see people often speak of seeing stars when the only thing i see are scars memories of what has been passed so many lovely notions have been cast but i know all too well whats to come things so unimaginable to some thoughts of darkness, the pain thoughts of tears, oh, the rain seeing more than red velvet ...

July 13, 2007 The story you are about to experience is real. No names have have been changed because there is no one to protect; no one is innocent. Innocence, what an outmoted idea. Why is this concept still alive? Why is the word even still in the language? Why does any one person still assume that there is still innocence in this world? Innocence projects lack of guilt in one form ar another. But I know now that everyone is, or will be, guilty of some mortal sin throughout life. Whether th...

Sirens in the silence Voices in my head All helping me through My pain and my dread Hearing the past scream All too close it seems For it to be the past Pain will always last I cant believe All that I've felt But now the sadness Starts to melt Feeling the pain Driving me sane Screaming at the rain Nothing to gain Living to die Starting to cry Asking me why I'm wanting to die Nothing to live for But still I live Trying to see all I have to give But the sun breaks the clouds Giving what happine...

My dreams are never reality Though I wish hard for them to be That would end this brutality That has consumed all of me As confused as the riddle I ask I wander around in a daze All the time trying to mask That I am trapped in a maze CHORUS: Confusion! It lives inside me! Every thought of every day Just dreaming to go away Confusion! It lives inside me! Why cant i see all i feel Why cant i feel what is real I'm trying to take all of my shots All in the dark and far away I try to confront the ...

i feel like i am lifted soaring free through the clouds looking down upon the earth and those i love and hold dear i feel like i am flying escaping from my past but always looking back to see it looking back to stay afloat to learn from what grounded me before all the things that clipped my wings my wings have grown once again what do i do to keep them whole ? what can i do to keep me flying ? as i fly, i look upon the earth am i now leaving more behind ? more than my past ? am i leaving thos...

The streets were cold and unforgiving. The wind blew and twisted swirls of snow all around. My face was frozen from the tears that streamed down my face. For yet another year I was alone on Christmas, being left by the one for whom I had cared for so long. This had happened too many times before. As I walked the streets, I observed the sights and sounds of this once joyous season. I walked by shop windows that were lit up with shimmering lights that colrfully decorated the displays behind the...

if love is so tender why does it cut ? if love is so sweet why does it poison ? why does this lovely thing only exist in dreams ? why is it that when we find it it is all too fleeting ? love is nothing more than gods horrible delusion love is nothing more than rediculous posturing in grand form no one loves more than they love themself no one loves less than they love others and we are all left to wonder can i find what it is that no one is meant to find ??? can i find the proverbial holy gra...

the days are a little darker the nights colder now and though i know why i dont know how things have gone from bad to worse tasting the blood from my curse trickling down raining from my eyes draining life from my green skies thoughts rush through the storm breaks anew think of things so often but do i cross your mind ??? a question i ask more and more but what do i need an answer for ? it makes no difference it makes no sense it has no bearing on what today is and what tomorrow will be id li...