Questions

Did I break your will,
or did you break my heart?
Did you loose yourself,
or have I lost my mind?

Was I too much,
or didn't do the trick?
Did you crawl under my skin,
or was I too thick ?

Have I asked you to dance,
or did you just lead?
Have I told you that I love you,
or was it a dream?


Was I over confident,
and blinded by emotions,
or were you too real,
and saw through the illusions?

Was I a selfless fool,
or sadistically cruel, and tortured you with love?
Or were you masochist-narcissist,
and I didn’t praise the glory of your path to self destruct?

Inside Out

Wearing my nerves

outside my skin

My severed veins

bleed my senses

Acid tears

behind my eyes

Muted thunder

swallows my words

An inward view

The black hole of me

My Antisoul

Orion's death

Just Because...

From : The Ballad of Reading Gaol

By: Oscar Wilde

Yet each man kills the thing he loves

By each let this be heard,

Some do it with a bitter look,

Some with a flattering word,

The coward does it with a kiss,

The brave man with a sword!

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Some kill their love when they are young,

And some when they are old;

Some strangle with the hands of Lust,

Some with the hands of Gold:

The kindest use a knife, because

The dead so soon grow cold.

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Some love too little, some too long,

Some sell, and others buy;

Some do the deed with many tears,

And some without a sigh:

For each man kills the thing he loves,

Yet each man does not die.

Old Fat Naked Women for Peace

I usually do not blog about video's but this was passed to me by a friend (Thanks Jae) and it's just hilarious, and meaningful. I mean gosh think about it, about what they are proposing. Think it'd work? Well, you have to watch the video first....

Here's the link: The Righteous Mothers

In This Life

In a fairy tale, we would be together.
In a different world we’re meant for each others.
In my dreams there is no other.
But we’re floating like helpless feathers,
in this life’s senseless tide.

If I could, I‘d hold you tight.
I’ll be your peace in weary nights,
and never let go come what might.
But I just can’t start the fight.
In this life, my hands are tied.

I close my eyes, I feel your pain.
I think your thoughts, I’m in your brain.
Elated by your sweet cocaine,
I embrace you like drops of rain,
but In this life, rain drops must slide

I think of you, and I am paled
by thoughts of a heart that had once dared
a broken dream that can’t be spared,
and a cursed soul that can’t be saved,
for in this life it has no guide.

I picture you, I loose direction.
Enchanted by unearthly affection.
You put a strain on my convictions,
but I still hope for resurrection.
For in this life, I have died.