So here it is, this feeling of doom, washing over me, from the tide of the full moon.
My feelings, My instincts, say something else, but they are forced to collide with my eyes.
What I see is not what you feel but what I feel is not what you see.
This doesn't make any sense; but I am desperate to make a connection.
This has gone on, beyond my perspective.😉
a perspective is what I seem to struggle the most with, but here it is, my error! My error!👀 My error! Now the tears start to formulate a hypothesis of my reoccurring error. what now, what🐪 NOW!🗿 I am screaming now from inside! error error error! but nothing happens ...
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Thursday, June 27, 2013
Saturday, June 22, 2013
left there
as if the dead bird had no idea that it was dead, was it dead but was such a freakish event, i think its a pickle................................
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Till Death do us Part? The Invasion?
here is the night-
tongues speaking in shadows, contemplating my disposal-
the invasion has started a while back-
leaving us vulnerable, helpless, and utterly sorry-
pain starts to sound good at this point-
a tear sheds faith but yet has no spawning-
the invasion has started a while back-
the invasion has started a while back-
almost 5 arabic languages smeared across this chalk board
where has time gone? I think, loud this time.
almost to loud for a modern humans ear
the sounds are colliding inside and out.
but why has this become such an issue for
for the citizen
for the domestic person
for the child?
tongues speaking in shadows, contemplating my disposal-
the invasion has started a while back-
leaving us vulnerable, helpless, and utterly sorry-
pain starts to sound good at this point-
a tear sheds faith but yet has no spawning-
the invasion has started a while back-
the invasion has started a while back-
almost 5 arabic languages smeared across this chalk board
where has time gone? I think, loud this time.
almost to loud for a modern humans ear
the sounds are colliding inside and out.
but why has this become such an issue for
for the citizen
for the domestic person
for the child?
Friday, June 14, 2013
The Tide at its Best
The Tide at its best...
and so here i sit, with out access to my soul.
with the the touch of life running through my veins.
with out the comfort of skin placing me inside.
And so i sit, desperately waiting for some resolution
waiting for this doorbell to wake me up
waiting like a cow in a slaughter house
And so i sit, mutation free?
mutation free... I scream from the heavens
how?
when?
where?
what?
THE UGLY DUCKLING
I couldn't sleep again past 4 a.m.
I purchased an awesome pair of headphones - best thing I purchased yet...
I QUOTED DA' VINCI THIS MORNING
instead of using Facebook as my blog, I think I am going to switch to (blogger)
so-far-so-good
I am headed to Rhode Island this weekend this should be interesting... contemplating if i can leave my computer behind... thank god i have pad to use.... i am going to bring my digital camera... take lots of photos so i can treasure my memories
"o how; time has changed ; through this destructive perspective "
this picture is a friend on the phone... phone technology has evolved but not for this girl...
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