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Expertise: perfecting chaos...young Luke Skywalker learn not this force,it is an art for the crazy.
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Member Since: 8/20/2006

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Tuesday, December 25, 2007


time offers platinum
in the silver linings of dreams
the call of forbidden opium
lulls till nothing seems
silent anymore
so to the end of time i implore
for hidden lore
that will line my soul with the core
of solitude grace
that i may face
the world her harms
satan his charms

2005


Thursday, November 22, 2007

Dueling with dust
rapier wit of rust
locked jaw of jaundice
minions,moles and mice

High noon debate of hate
six shooter shall not sate
damned soul of deathly ice
liars,leaches and lice

tell me true,judge and jury
will the woe end for weary
answer me and tell me deary
is solution in fury

shall we boil,bake and toil
a social remedy witch will foil
those that so desire
to make us all part of their empire










brushing my cheek this silky angels breath
breathes a sleek wind of vitality
stealing from me marrow the death
that chills the tea of a cucumber party

carressing eyelash brushes my face
a kamino sash of soft innocence
soothes fright that laces reality
black knight to maiden gives fidelity

walking the road of humanity
stalking the leopard trails my footprint
running the lactic acid cripples serenity
burning the cryptic song in nare, i scent

rose aura that shines bright
hose me down soft petal
offer sweet harp to ease flight
so yearning to remove from paw, this nettle

brushing my cheek this silky angels thought
bids me slumber in valley of content
a butterfly kiss to that lips sought
on mystery and magical wildfire we are intent


Fortune favours the fearless, its boon lies in the graceful walk down roads unknown and in its shiny light one sees the baubles of brave boldness. Here in this prison of passion, eternally locked with thoughts of abstract musings, time takes on tint of reflection and so the answers of mystery are found. A pin prick to the finger bleeds a drop of sanguine and stains the pool with a cloudy stain of crimson conciousness. Stirring in a vein of gold, we mine silver clouds and smith the ore of the age of aquarius.


Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Prancing pixie pure and poising

Internal imp ill and imposing

it wages this war of internal strife

this battle of souls and never ending life


twirling tinkerbell, timid and tamed

naughty nymph not noblely named

parrying it duels for wars for hearts and mind

this yin and yang of freudian grind


Titania strokes a tempting tune

Oberon muses over prank for boon

always at odds they square to agree

Man and woman both for an entreaty


Sunday, August 12, 2007

So... your mind thinks it can reason

changing....ever it does like a season

from loyalty to treason

a forked tongue of poison


so...your mind thinks its logic

changing..its rather quite tragic

from peace and war

a soul we abhor


does the morning dew

of those you slew

that forgotten race

fall on your face


when mother earth has no trace

no tree left to embrace

all this terror for oil

politician what is your turmoil


return geronimo,s bones

stop casting stones

at those you grouse

white is not your house


the world burns and hates

ill begotten fates

shut are the gates

for us tomorrow what awaits?


The balance of life is obscure, Newtons third and all, one has to marvel at the profound extreme of opposites. On one

hand we are taught to look outward and look at the stars, the heavenly bodies, the mystical magics of the universe.

Staring into nothingness, (A true irony in nature due to the fact that space is quiet the opposite from nothingness,) one

can understand a human beings perception in feeling frail and insignificant. Where is God out there, Nebulas and

Galaxies by the billions.


Introducing philosophy into chemistry, quiet an abstract thought. Look within. Makes perfect sense when you throw in

the concept of accountability. The great nations of our times constantly look out, condemning cultures in an

ethnocentric selfishness that speaks to the great magnitude of the ignorance within our leaders. So we look to the

galaxies and pray for the miracle that bring about a renaissance of humility and spirituality. That metallic ring of irony

breaks the still of the night, when one thinks that perhaps if these great minds of our times would look within, the

world may just be a little different." With power comes great responsibility"


When the atom is split it creates a devastating blast. Little quark Kents explode into billions of supermans that wreak

havoc on the world. Perhaps these leaders are small and insignificant, this is why the damage is so great. Perhaps

kryptonite is spirituality and this the necassary force from within that will bring the change that is needed to a

desperate world.







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