Stare

WithinFrom deep within the shadows, I spin a web of light, From underneath the darkness, I stand against the blight, Come and be my witness, Come and be my friend, As long as you stay with me, You'll live until the end, Watch which way the titan falls, As he sways and tilts, Slay the ones that birthed the beast, Sink your swords into their hilts, Now follow me into the heart, You know I must be vague, Take my hand and grab your blade, It's us against the plague.Within


Back-Alley BeautifulSilver needles, Golden liquid, I push you into my veins, Let you lift me, Taste artificial love, The addiction is lifetaking, I've got lifetimes yet, To fill myself with you, I'll take you like you took me, Naked, willing, with two shots of heroin.Back-Alley Beautiful


Seventh SunSeventh son of the fading sky, I've walked the water to ask you why, The depths are mourning and the heavens cry, Is it because of hate and sorrow, Or the glimpse of yesterdays tomorrow, I ask your sightless glance to borrow, Lend me the purest crystal visions, So that I might seal off all divisions, And love before this stars collisions, Was I wrong to taste the living water, Inept at preventing a weak minds slaughter, Sleeping with the starlights daughter, I'm the seventh sun of the rising moon Progenitor of our realities cocoon, The beating heart in this aiSeventh Sun
and leave compliments and mockery and all that good stuff
you should go find some favorites in the meantime. that section looks pretty bare and i like to stalk what kind of art people like >>
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quote:: Peter; Brian, theres a message in my alphabits..it says, 'oooooooooooooooooo'... Brian; Peter, those are Cheri'o's...
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Heya, & thanks.
No artist am I, however.
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"And now we go, my dear boy. Now we go to do the unthinkable, achieve the improbable, become a legend. My boy, now we go to kill a god."
Thulrik Lavelle to a young Alastair.
no artist, perhaps, but a poet you may be.
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Poetry is my brain doodles.
Stories are the result of either lack of procrastination artistically, or a surplus of procrastination academically.
"n stuff.
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"And now we go, my dear boy. Now we go to do the unthinkable, achieve the improbable, become a legend. My boy, now we go to kill a god."
Thulrik Lavelle to a young Alastair.
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Ceci n'est pas une signature.
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