surching the brain for somthing to write.
Looking into the depths of the cold frost.
Loooking back into the dark waters.
surching for just a thought.
Looking for the idea.
Finding nothing.
Just the soft crunch of snow.
The foot prints of the past.
the unclear path out.
The light at the end if the cave.
The darklight.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
the lake
The reflection on the water.
The distant mountain so perfectly reflected.
Yet that is not all it reflects.
The flesh of a shaterd soul.
The inner with out the outer.
The feard.
Yet at the same time the loved.
yet the same person.
Yet so far from himself.
Yet so close.
The darkness and the light.
The warmth and the cold.
He stands at this lake surching.
Like so many before him have.
Looking for the answer he seeks.
the answer is in himself.
But not the self he knows.
The self that he is.
Yet the lake wont give up the answers.
All that he gets is a old leather book from the lake.
To be continued
The distant mountain so perfectly reflected.
Yet that is not all it reflects.
The flesh of a shaterd soul.
The inner with out the outer.
The feard.
Yet at the same time the loved.
yet the same person.
Yet so far from himself.
Yet so close.
The darkness and the light.
The warmth and the cold.
He stands at this lake surching.
Like so many before him have.
Looking for the answer he seeks.
the answer is in himself.
But not the self he knows.
The self that he is.
Yet the lake wont give up the answers.
All that he gets is a old leather book from the lake.
To be continued
Friday, June 19, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
The darkness of night.
The silence.
Just the flashes of lights from distant bombs.
Almost like fireworks.
Just a short tie to relax.
Think of home.
Think why im the way im.
Just think about the world.
Just sit back for one moment.
a slow moment in time.
Yet soon that moment will be gone.
just like the rest of history.
The silence.
Just the flashes of lights from distant bombs.
Almost like fireworks.
Just a short tie to relax.
Think of home.
Think why im the way im.
Just think about the world.
Just sit back for one moment.
a slow moment in time.
Yet soon that moment will be gone.
just like the rest of history.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
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