Victory

There is a man in the mirror
There is a voice on the phone
I read some books about the city
Now I'm never goin' home

Sweet victory

There is a spoon in the sugar
Sweet whiskey on my tounge
I tore at least (1-2-3?) three stitches
Why does healing take so …

Mayflies

Can a person be a plot device? Is it possible for one man to help, to move others along, to be a guiding force ever present in the lives of many but to never be a focus?

I believe the human community of our planet earth works to a specific order, no matter how random …

Theory of Multiple Times and Realities.

We exist as a vibration, as a frequency. At our frequency we precieve a reality. We precieve ourselves. We precieve apple's and oranges, cats and dogs, cars and planes and so on, and so on, even though in actuality everything in those catagories including ourselves are …

The Process of Journal

My wants of these words and postings will change as I type them. The outlook of my world and it's people will change as well, but with these words I ignite a memorium.

I want to be remembered but I don't want to be judged. I want to live forever but I will die young. …

Epilogue

There's something in the air
It makes it hard to breath
Too hard to see
Like the collapsing
of reality

There's something in my dreams
It makes it hard to sleep
Too hard to stay clean
Like the wavering
Of reality

Sometimes I sit and slip
Become a part of …

Unexpected

Some sun through the window in my room that don't exist
A simple game to play at where the goals to long to list
I think I'll make it
Just three turns
But the other players
They have learned
That my reasoning
Seems obscene
But it's never wrong or obscure

Red …

Power

I never wanted to tell the truth
Especially not to you
Not on like this
Not on a coaster disc
Not with a cheap bic pen
Not right before your death

I always wanted to see your eyes
You kept them under glasses most of the time
You were afraid
Maybe ashamed
Or …

Dusk

It was a song you couldn't help but sing
It was a look you couldn't help but feel
Standing there in front of you
The naked body was it real?
...and it was buried under dirt and clay
Ashes piled up every day
As we slowly passed through time
The sky was black in …