Tuesday, October 11, 2005

baby, wanna feel better?

The foundation of all mental illness is the avoidance of legitimate suffering - Carl Gustav Jung

Friday, October 07, 2005

Release

Burnt myself today. Release was a hard bargain..breathing comes naturally once again.

Thursday, September 29, 2005

The Wait

He had long waited for her. He could now see that she too was longing to be with him. He never had the guts to approach her directly, preferring instead to wait it out, giving hope a chance.
She was now near him. His eyes swelled with emotion. He smiled. Death smiled back.

Saturday, September 24, 2005

The Eagle and The Prince

Broken Skies
Bird of prey, no one hears your lament here.
Spread your wings, fill this glass dome,
Just as you once conquered the azure skies.

There goes the keeper and there goes the prince.
Innocent are his days, uncaring mirth.
Beware of him, his game is sorrow.

Days of Bird and Man
Foolish bird, for whom do you toil so?
No one to understand you,
Only your shadow to fly with you.

Yet you persist, feeding him wings of flight.
Prince charming, could he care less?
Secure in the delusion that is his.

Rebirth
Behind his mask, glued together,
A million crumbling pieces. Some forever lost,
In the pinprick that burst his bubble.

Funny then, now he hears everything you had to say
"Flying ain't about flying babe,
Let go now, feel, unleash your wings and float
".

Out in the deep recess, time stands still
The skies get ready to be conquered once again.
Is there anyone to hear him now?

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Ascension

Awake, This night has lost its charm
Flights of heightened ecstasy,
Awash in the muddy banks of impotence.
Despair.

Deep within this hazy citadel,
Lies the forest of enchantment
Blinded by the senses,
Treasures remain undug, Tales remain untold.

Oh, To unseal these gates, To release the tempests.
Mythical maiden of the lost tribes,
Show me yet, the door to the high priest
Catch me now, this wanderer is falling.

Comfort lies in an island of thought
Eternity awaits and chance beckons.
This levee will break
Break on through to the other side.

Sunday, September 18, 2005

The Second Arrival

death blooms..the second may never come.