Right on time

Some times in my life

I live with a mask of despair Wondering For all the sins I’m yet to commit As the gallows of those lonely hours Keep swinging against the dusky rays To come into another day Of emptiness

I keep turning round and round Trying to catch just a glimpse of you Torn Between wanting a smile on your face Or a tear in your eye to see if you care No matter how many time I hear you say That you love me Is not just enough to be complete

There have been fools who have tried To clean the clocks of destiny Bleeding As they see the world worsen to change Smiles of the innocent children lost And the money changing loose hands So what is our sacrifice worth? Against all that…

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Raw

Bleeding out, sick and tired of fighting the world entire...

Wait a Minute -

If I'm diagnosed with split personality - am I entitled to more than one FACEBOOK account?

Revolutions

Somewhere, sometime in the many random arguments I've had I maintained that where originality fails, fashion recycles - and its happening again. I'm actually looking forward to black and white, on screen cigarettes, corsets, bohemian and beatnik revolutions. 

Excerpt

The strange part about a gun is that its a straight shooter. Guns don't pick sides. Now, the men behind it are a different matter all together. So what it comes to is this. Pick a side, don't deliberate... 

One Night

Slowly, strangely, I feel as if I am disappearing.
Perhaps the ambiguity of never even existing
Where did I begin? Wherever do I end,
Maybe there is nothing much at first,
To consider or even think,
For that matter itself,
Slowly, strangely, I feel as if I am disappearing.
Perhaps the chance of having a single dream,
What of it ? Who might understand?
Maybe its better not to look forward,
For that very thought,
Slowly, strangely, I feel as if I am disappearing.
Perhaps you have known me for a short while,
Who are you? Who am I?
Maybe its not meant to be,
To even care,
Slowly, strangely, I feel as if I am disappearing.

Wishing Upon A Fallen Star

To those stars that burn bright
and few that fall,
I wish upon you for the little I ask,
To those dreams I dreamt many
Like you have stumbled and fall'd;
And as twilight turns to darkest dark
I gaze on your last fiery crescendo,
In hope to have not only my eynes
But many;
May they see you to grace
and fulfill a simple wish that I dared,
My prayer to you lies simple and true -
Have all of them solemn wishes
Turn fate to destiny for those eyes
As they close in reverence to you.

Quote of the Day

You will hear people say that poverty is the best spur to the artist. They have never felt the iron of it in their flesh. They do not know how mean it makes you. It exposes you to endless humiliation, it cuts your wings, it eats into your soul like a cancer.

W. Somerset Maugham (1874-1965)