his pen slides over the paper…her fingers slide across the frets… / ...he’s feeling loneliness….she’s feeling regret… / ...pain of …
his pen slides over the paper…her fingers slide across the frets… / ...he’s feeling loneliness….she’s feeling regret… / ...pain of the heart…pain of the mind… / ...pain of the soul…stuck in a bind…. / ...blood drips onto the carpet…the scars are showing… / ...no one but him can see them upon his reflection… / ...he cries in the corner…no one sees his tears…ONLY TIME CAN HEAL HIS WOUNDS and as the years pass the scars begin to fade away into nothingness…
I am built on a bridge, I stand before time’s cold hand, it is autumn, see with thine wood a couple farer than once my branches stood, th…
I am built on a bridge, I stand before time’s cold hand, it is autumn, see with thine wood a couple farer than once my branches stood, thy truth nay recompensed, thy liberty stolen by humanities diverse, to suite their needs simplified by my oak, my stronghold mortified by demons pale as white, the night chill glanced once an appariton to this humans comic rendition, O Hamlet’s kindred watched them play as the night became cooler with night’s dismay; the great writer scribed these words out of parchment whence a mighty tree stood. For thy repentence is at afoot, soon hobgoblins shall make of these maruaders what they wilst. the trees conceal the evil of the hobgoblins tragic appeal. the stems rotten, temperate as ice, the core, heart lost in the woods, to where a mighty giant, goliath took refuge beneath the solemn earth. So now, here I endure hell’s fury in the passing winds, snow wroughts the emptiness wiithin me, for thy heart is a winter’s cold, brittle and dark. So shall the mistress of my past haunt me within the mere reflection of boy who gleamed at a tree than a fare damsel distressed saw the boy enjoying his ever time that remained bereft to his senses, as she professed ” Thou art kind, young sir, thou art the Son of the earth, bring to me thy beauty an dthine shall be rewarded for thy justly word” And so the boy brought to that maiden so luster in the moonlight, his treasures ever treasured by his omniscient eye. ” Tis a glory, Tis a day, thy beauty leaves thy field flourishing, flourishing, flourishing, meet me once fare angel in my dreams I shall call your name, come to me in the farest of fare claim, broaden my house, feed thy children ache for satisfaction, cloth thy husband’s mighty mane, leave not a pauper with nothing to thy name. And to this day you can still here her heart beating against the vicious rain. Striving to exost , never able though, purged on the edge of oblivion, paralyzed to an altered dimensional plane, a land of sea only hears her name, I see her passing by among the sea fish whirling, whirling to curiosity of what thy life would consider a precious gift on the surface, she is green, she is girdled with fine emerald, thy beauty still beguils me for another fine day between growth and decay. / Alas, she sears thy whole, so I must astay within this morbid corpse of wooden dismay. the shifless times never define my calling for her name, fo rthy brow sits here lame as it decays, the sidelong journey is impossible due to thy feet restrained by weeds and malign roots, soon shall my chivalrous heart beat nomore, thy skin is shriveled to nothingness, thy shrewd woman cast aside her belonging an eternal ago, tis no rain that ever bitter flowed, if this be droplets it be mine own blood descending form thy heavens ashamed, allow my retreat to thy ground of willows feet. I change my form when thy sepuch place is layed on my breast, thy grotesque flesh wither away so that thy thy truth shall shed from thy chest.
I have had a couple more pieces featured recently and also placed in some challenges which is wikid! / !http://images-1.redbubble.net/img/...
I have had a couple more pieces featured recently and also placed in some challenges which is wikid! / / featured in current Issues / / Featured in Bits and Pieces / / Came 2nd in gET pOLITICAL…gET sEXY…gET gRUNGY…gET a lITTLE dIRTY wITH gRAFFITI / / came 4th in The Frighteners
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Jacks eye featured , / / thank you for the feature / ASIS / jack01(colly)
A Fascinating Purple / Is featuring Into The Abyss...
A Fascinating Purple / Is featuring Into The Abyss / / Thanks to the group for this feature
This is a compilation of songs that I’ve written in the last 6 months. They reflect a lot of the emotions that I’ve been going through in…
This is a compilation of songs that I’ve written in the last 6 months. They reflect a lot of the emotions that I’ve been going through in these last few formative years as a teenager (i.e. self realisation, sexuality, individuality, youth). It also reflects some philosophical ideals that have developed due to my reading of the subject (i.e. reality, dreams, illusion, determinism, God, psychology). The album cover for this album is called Curtains 1.Sleep: The eyes are closing as the moon’s charm seduces the mind’s perspective (Instrumental piece) 2. Dream: the ego is guided into the dream theatre by the id 3. Wham Bam, Thank You Sam: a mantra for youth 4. Reality: a painful lesson in the art of distinguishing between dreams and reality 5. Answers: the impatient desire for truth and meaning 6. Let it go: the desire to realise reality 7. No Hope: childish vision of a new superman 8. River: the vision of true beauty (Picture asspcoated with this piece) 9. Seems: there are often difficulties in distinguishing between reality and the world of seems 10. That man by my side: the mind’s psychological framing of a significant moment of self realisation 11. Shadow of the wind: the super-ego’s desire to avoid the wind of determinism 12. Shout: the realisation that people proud of their individuality are not afraid to shout about it 13. Morning Glory: the journey is ended with the opening of the eyes. Also see the ‘Dream’ photo series on the song ‘Dream’ or below: 1. Longing / 2. Dream / 3. Dreamer / 4.Waking / 5.Awake
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