Mardi, 17 octobre 2006

walking through lilies and lilac in my room of darkness, papier maché, cloves and other puppets steal my thoughts... my imaginary surrounding of green and black, smoked and drunk in the waiting, losing my patience, i give in to this world of wondrous and treacherous feats... desiring, always, for love and lusting, for the touch of a woman's body, my spirit soars in this perfect blue sky where the sun's shine is blinding with power and warm with tenderness... in the space time continuum, i plunge into the depth of the unknown which beckons my next step. purpose, direction, i have none, what i have with me is my breath and the pleasing personality of a beggar's plea. to you i bestow my spirit, my soul and my heart. the calmness unfolding through the vibration of love leaves my pupils wet with wondrous awe. what of this life? to that, none have i an answer. Carpe Diem.