Friends | i like tattoos, do lots of arts and crafts including making jewelry, and happily married also love the outoors walking swimming, hunting mushrooms and looking for fossils etc Bilusional: THE FINAL SCENE Breathless man in shrunken skin beneath you hooded robe for what reason do you wait to place me in resting mode somewhere quiet with a pillow to lay my weary head In a place more suitable to lie the living dead A back that aches each day in pain ever aging skin a brain that houses broken dreams a heart that's dead within a present of total silence the best I could receive to ease my pain, to ease my mind for no-one to retrieve I would consider it a gift a present in disguise no more worry, no more pressure a chance to rest my eyes I would rather others grieve for just a day or two than continue living out each day hurting the way I do if you will leave the door unlocked once I"ve become deceased my soul will find a passageway for which to be released it tomorrow were different from the life of yesterday there'd be something for me to see as I awake today when mother time comes to call old age is her embrace mirrors show the scars of time that nothing can erase She ties our hands in double knots so they wont come undone Paralyzing once crafty beings restricting them from fun she slowly cripples limb by limb it helps to hide the truth of the torture she has in mind that denies us of our youth you wont suspect that something's wrong not always does she give warning she'll sneak up behind turned back soon loved ones begin their grieving I don't want faith to rob me blind and take me gracefully she'll take my sight confuse my mind until I'm just not me she causes us to suffer through this thing that we call life when you least expect her to she'll stab you with her knife our backs get twisted strained and sprained our courage has been broken we leave this world crippled with faiths trinkets and her tokens it really doesn't matter which one comes to call as long as at the final scene there is no curtain call Written by: Tina Grayson APRIL 12TH 1996 Bilusional: Bilusional: divergent powers the power of one exists within the strength of self control the ability of self restraint creates peace inside ones soul Endurance requires stability information acquired in school Education that assimilates by conquering submissive fools Accepting knowledge as common rule to understand the mutual ground for... acknowledgement of ignorance defeats stupidity before it's even found so... influence change on vacant views prevent thine eyes an ignorant blind metabolize obscurities that cloud DIVERGENT MINDS Bilusional: Bilusional: strays of winter cold it tis this winters eve no dew drops will ones eyes see jacks arrived to grace our presence grasped us with his very essence swept this land a crystaled chill moves forth nothing frozen still frosted ground quite rabid night threatening toes with bitter bite darkened clouds hath stolen stars casting gloom to earth afar witchy skies mobid of gray compassion not homeless stray flaming barrels brightly blaze rising suet creating haze signals sent announcing heat to warn out shoes frost bitten feet summoned by the smokey call bodies invite themselvest to thaw an audience begins to grow circling round the embers glow spirits wrapped in paper bags warming souls dressed in rags staggering men victims of of age some a stupor drunken stage poking sticks at charred remains rousing fires barrels contain each hand lingers just above protected by a holey glove huddling close with foe and friend to pray this night wont be the end blank stark stare wide open eyes frigid weather claiming lives moon man look thee witness all deaths before hast dawn fall View all 4 posts Bilusional: i miss you also honey i tend to be gone for awhile first thing in the morning letting tafida listen to some music |