| What can I say, I'm an existentialist with a bleeding heart - but really I'm just a muse to your fickle, feeble mind. A misanthropic iconoclast. |
Be Mine

The Invocation Of The EquinoxFrom the Alameda Station I look out I look out Through the power lines And over the trees That cover the houses I see the mountains Their power overwhelms me With their snow capped peaksThe Invocation Of The Equinox
Waiting for the D-Line Its Tuesday Im late for work again I dream of a Colorado That no longer exists
I pass a group of old Southern Pacific engines Retired now for quite some time
Five Points A wonderful place A quaint place A ghetto neighborhood This gentrification It needs to stop Whitewashin


Not Enough RopeWho are these people and what do they want? The thoughts are rambling as the voices...they taunt. A glint, a glimmer, a gander - No hope! No goals, no futures and not enough rope! Is this me, am I safe? That's it for now, it's getting late. A void is filled. A fate is sealed. Avoidance - Behave! Tis not the time to be a slave. The sun has shone and moon doth come. All different shades - To me it's crimson. A rage inside that binges and purges. A struggle within to fight off the urges. Mine eyes they fill - Pure vermilion lust. It is me that I cannot trusNot Enough Rope
I would really be happy if you visit my gallery again someday
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Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live- Norman Cousins
I will add you too
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I am not perfect, but I am myself
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