Seven Deadly Sins

They left a message for me before leaving me in my so called peace
The message contained my seven deadly sins and my punishment
From this I have learnt strength and courage
I have left behind all fears
The only way to get through this is to build up on top of it
And forget
But forget is difficult
These dangers are with me eternally
I will never be completely free of them
Until one day I am forgiven and pale death comes to collect me
And question me
And judge me for my final destination
Whether it will be eternal pain, happiness or rest
I am waiting for that pale death

It's the trees that bleed, it's the air we breathe, it's this skin I'm in, soaked in acid sin.

After too many Zombie movies

I had watched way too many zombie movies so I made this picture out of one of my photos :)

upon this mountain top

the silver lining on my dark thunder cloud is glowing
something far beyond me is beginning
there is a dark rumble deep within the earths core
the wind is whipping at my hair
upon this mountain top i stand growing
reach out and breath in the untouched air
my spirit soars beyond our human reach and
my heart sings of secret power
cast your self out toward me and believe
in life and love and the ability to learn
crush that which is thrown across you path
no hinder shall we crumble to
stronger, taller, the power of your will takes over
create and absorb what you can, endure what you must
lift those who are below you,
do not step on their dreams
sail them across the golden sea to stand with you
together we shall overcome - together we shall be.

The Antiquity of Dreams

It is the antiquity of dreams that form us in black and white and grey.
An upward-outward spiral that eminates from the base of your spine and erupts, throwing us towards the success of defying gravity.
The waking world is a subconscious conception of reality.
Visualize: and so it becomes.
The enigma of your daily life is inevitably life itself.
Confusion is your feast ~ leading you astray from the goal of evolution.
Take a deep breathe of space and time,
let it fill your lungs - stretch your body - push against your chest.
Hold it there...soak it into your blood until your bones scream and your skin threatens to tear away...
In that moment of pain and physical confusion you will find complete calm.
Realization sweeps over you like a cool water.
Slowly allow that space and time to escape you, for now you know your truth.
This physical entrapment you call your body was in fact an error of your ways,
a glitche in a journey which I urge you to continue.
Open your mind and embrace your freedom - the moment is upon you.
The knowledge is at hand.
Grasp it.
Soak it into your soul.
Realize it was what you were missing all this time....

In a corner, in my heart

around me the light shook and the music curled in glowing patterns, my skin tingled with the brush of sanity.what is lost to me, may it be found by someone who needs it more. i have my love i have my warmth and i have space in my heart for that which is important to me.i care i laugh i smile i sing i set my spirit free each time i am with him
the dazzling secret sank into me and tainted my blood with lust; a lust for life a lust for the sunshine and i lust for him .
the stares dont turn me away, for little am i bothered by what they think. i am me i am me.i am glowing shining singing smiling me
in his eyes i see the same hint of crazy that i have in mine, a crazy smile a crazy laugh a crazy life stable and fun unpredictable and safe
in his eyes i actually see myself - the same passion and the same dream. a replica of me, we have the moment in our grasp and neither of us let it go, its ours to make the most of, its ours to take to the stars and set free amongst the glittering lights. not one moment have i had of doubt - non shall come - i am happy, i stumbled across it - and it makes me happy

Ancient Whisper

there is another disturbing truth about to break the barriers and torture the human concious with its eccentric encryption.
like an egyptian fairytale; the snake of reason will weave itself into your midnight dreams and touch the core of a knowledge too deep to disrupt.
anxious and denying; an ancient whisper erodes your refusal to account for the persistance of your memory.
no doubt.
set free the encaged soul inside you.
an accoustic myth ~ i concur its existance.
seeping into your pores is the future:
are you ready to recieve it?
or will you crumble and break with the rest of them...