Thought
June 1, 2008
What do you do when the ultimiate power is gone, and your heart has been invaded. The track of thought tumbles with an unnoticed speed dumd ahead of thought.
The question of why.
May 27, 2008
Why does greatness die young, evil dies old.
Why does good hurt, and bad laugh.
Why do dreamers want it all, yet get nothing. Slacker get everything, yet wanting nothing.
Why does love leave when love is a peak of selfless passion.
Why does family hate you when you love them most.
Why are you abandoned at the door when your bleeding?
There are many more questions cruising through memories of a history book lost in the dust of time.
Why do the tear drops of the green eyes go unnoticed by the wavers of the hazel cold lover, gone with the wind of eternity. Never to come back, her eyes froze in time, soul released from ceasur. Telling the tale of dripping ache.
N.A.
As Much As
May 25, 2008
As much as we love, as much as we feel, as much as we laugh and smile. As much as we dream and plan, as much as we’re romantic and lovable, gullible and sweet. As much as we are patient, as much as we help, we need, and as much as we want; we still need to remember that reality is the ultimate god of life. Reality is a deal breaker, a dream crusher, and a heart commutator. Not to be negative but we cloud our minds with deja vu and sweet lullabies we forget to think about the realism of life, and with that skipped thought we push ourselves to tumble into weed, crash into a wall, and cry out a river.
Think.
