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Monday, January 23, 2012

the end of the never ending

painting by Naomi Silver

The End Of The Never-ending


I stand at the foot of my bed and I fall into the water.
The sea grows deeper the further I fall.

What if there is no bottom?
That may be the cruel truth.

To not know if there is an end makes thee entire
decent a living end.

Your mind changes shape
with countless questions and fears.

You start to ask the same questions with new hope,
but your hope is hollow

Your hope becomes repetition,
repetition becomes a safety mechanism.

The further you fall
the less of you there is,
so the fall stats to s l o w.

Then the fear of a limitless end worsens.
You will never really know if the floor existed,
and now there is less of you to care.

If there is an end,
by the time you reach it and the wandering hope finely dies,
there is nothing left of you to impact the oceans floor.

So I ended way before the end ended.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

when the worlds asleep

when the world is asleep (click to see video)

the words to the tune...

when the world is asleep

we sit and watch the green leaves turn to gold.
in my eyes the sun is bright & the air is cold.

when the world asleep we can hear our hearts.
in the silence of our gaze you can see the end of days.

the world is filtered through our perceptions.
it's true but it's breaking us more than ever.

when the world asleep we can hear our hearts.
in the silence of our gaze you can see the end of days.

"death of a holiday" video and words

these are the words...each verse talks about 3 holidays Halloween, thanksgiving, and x-mas and the good things to remember.
the video show the creepy side of the holidays......since both exists.


death of a holiday....click to see the video

skeletons are dancing and the orange moon still hangs above the field.
the streets are filled with the walking dead and we don't wont it to change.

because it's death of a holiday

crimson red, gold & brown leaves blow across the breeze.
a banquet of tryptophan & and warm spice fills thee air.

it's death of a holiday

trees are growing in our homes &the sky is trying to snow.
the lights that flicker on &off frame the houses down the street.

it's death of a holiday

please don't let it go away