

A Silent WhisperI remember a time when rain pouredA Silent Whisper
from over head, its every drop
embracing me
like cold arms... Your voice like
an ever silent
whisper to me, holding back a mixture
of amber and melody... your eyes grow bright
as if the sun were no more, leaving behind a hint
of what beauty you posses... Your smile touching upon
my every dream, It makes me think
of a time when
warm rain softly
hit my skin, making it impossible
to go inside... My silent whisper has gone unheard...


Loves Tragic LossWhen you see a rose youre first reaction is to its beauty to the way its soft petals form an eye catching shape almost resembling a star but as you draw near its petals whither stillLoves Tragic Loss
not expecting youre embrace you reach down
and cut this beauty ending its stay in such
a breath taking place, to bring beauty into youre home or a loved ones heart, and there it will stay in its glass prison until it dries and fades away to kill beauty and bring it home
in hopes that it may stay, but a rose is still a rose
by any other name...
Well, you need a computer, rather.
Get on that.
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I'm your Lover, I'm your Zero.
check it out, yo
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"But I dont want comfort. I want God, I want poetry,
I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness.
I want sin."
The Savage, Brave New World
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"But I dont want comfort. I want God, I want poetry,
I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness.
I want sin."
The Savage, Brave New World
I sent you a ham sandwich.
Well, really it's toast, but use your imagination. Use it wisely.
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I'm your Lover, I'm your Zero.
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Art is the objectification of feeling. -Herman Melville
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