domingo, 2 de dezembro de 2007
Orange Grieve
As it stretches in the heart, the perpetual grieve, the dark suffering that still lies beneath.
Always to be the tongue that bled from the orange sun.
No more pearl sky, no more rainbows, no more diamonds on my tongue.
The rope is too tight, life’s too short.
In the absurd of thought divided, the language was silence. Always mute. Always futile in concept. But i carry consciousness into my thoughts and all is forgotten in the depths of denial.
I'm the insomnia, the god of sleep, a device trapped in a concept of time. Our concept under the rules of the thoughts of a clock. The meaning of priorities is forever lost. As Myself. Becoming. Always. Forever. Infinity.
sábado, 22 de setembro de 2007
Pegasus
Self inflicted visions, i intoxicate my sun with science and all answers become fragile and filled with silence. The Universe is the result of a random event. A single thought. A single breath. An exotic narcotic, antibiotic for boredom. Embriagate my senses and force myself to see, the paradoxal comatose under my own enlightnment tree. Fields Of Hashish, the Pegasus always asks for more.~
quinta-feira, 13 de setembro de 2007
My Mermaid
My mermaid.. you are still the one i meant all i said. I worship melodies just from the beauty of your touch. Say you need me, cause i need you so much... My Beautifull Mermaid.
quarta-feira, 18 de julho de 2007
Scraps of Truth
Elysium
segunda-feira, 16 de julho de 2007
A thought in this substance produces the thing that is imaged by the thought.
A person can form things in his thought, and, by impressing his thought upon formless substance, can cause the thing he thinks about to be created.
domingo, 15 de julho de 2007
Taduki
Kindness in thinking creates profoundness,
Kindness in giving creates love.
sábado, 14 de julho de 2007
Principle Of Inconclusion
KATRINA'S SUN-DIAL
Too long for those who Grieve, Too short for those who Rejoice,
But for those who Love,
Time is not.
The Irish Blessing
quinta-feira, 12 de julho de 2007
Lysergic acid diethylamide cinnamon
Knowledge? Infinity is just the limitation of our perceptions, Fellings and sensations.
For I Worship the orange in the pearl sky, I melt and expand, feeding the horses of thought and riding them, near the closure of thought divided. The sun is invited as we raise the rainbows into our mouths, memories erased for reasonable doubt. In satanic carved bliss, search the horizon and the shape of the perfect heartbeat, cause we all know it does exist. To become the perfect lotus, surrounded by imperfection, without flaw, in thought and action.
Burnt Will, I crop Apathy. All of this inside of me....
terça-feira, 10 de julho de 2007
Into self destruction..
I'm the impossibility in between, better than I have dreamed.
My will is strange. Eyes Shut, I stare the glare of change.Ride the winds that implode, rip wrists and flowers that choke... Mutting everything.. Taste the reflexion into your lungs.
sábado, 30 de junho de 2007
Há certas sensações que não se explicam, sentem-se.
segunda-feira, 4 de junho de 2007
Flood
domingo, 20 de maio de 2007
Nothing Yet...
terça-feira, 15 de maio de 2007
Aponta que sou eu..
sábado, 24 de fevereiro de 2007
To Buddah
Citando emoções... Estranha Forma de Amar.
Fico atormentado, falho perante mim próprio e tornasse tudo confuso. Só mesmo amor é antídoto para tanto abuso. Será que é por estarmos sempre juntos que nunca sentimos saudade.. ? Numa mínima distância infinita, estamos apaixonados por toda a eternidade.
Karma Love
sábado, 17 de fevereiro de 2007
Amor
quarta-feira, 14 de fevereiro de 2007
domingo, 11 de fevereiro de 2007
Quaestio
domingo, 14 de janeiro de 2007
Maudin
her cloths were soaked with mildew,
ropes burned their way
through her fragile thin wrists.
i stood over her
watching to see
if she was going to live or die.
i remember her,
screaming and scratching to my arms
while i was tying her wrists.
behind her back
she was kicking her legs
up and down in my direction,
trying to prevent me from knotting the ropes.
"stop crying",
i screamed in her face,
you took me for granted this time.
"how could you’ve done this to me? "
i said as I punched the ground beside her
until fists were sore and bloody.
"honey, this could’ve all been different
if you had wanted it to be.. "
i gently whispered in her ear.
u don’t care what you want anymore,
this is what i want now,
don’t offer me anything ,
you will be wasting you breath. - A Life Once Lost, Maudin.
terça-feira, 2 de janeiro de 2007
Psychedelic Drugs Reconsidered
Lester Grinspoon and James B. Bakalar - Psychedelic Drugs Reconsidered