marooned

Paint me beautiful with words to tell
our Heaven is what we make
and not this forlorn Hell.

Touch the stitching ever so gentle
held together for Heaven’s sake
I know the burn inside is fatal
but we mustn’t run or seek escape.

Sew each thread placed together
our Heaven and Hell rush parallel
in constant motion, progressing forever

Touch the shadow, cold and distant
remember the light peeping through
Reign within faith’s resistance
and our hearts will beat anew

Set the time dancing with motion
fore pain must surely heal with time
which breeds the lust borne of emotion
trapped within the confines of rhyme

The canvas picture is fading now
a memory sovereign to the notion
I can make it through somehow

love the pick floyd, just realized recently that there was quite the bit that i had never heard so i had to download every song i had and didn’t, which was alot if you know your floyd.

but it’s nice, especially most of the older things, and i realize how this band is still around and playing loudly on the radios of teenagers everywhere and i’m not just talking about the wall – hey teacher leave those kids alone…but by chance that is probaby what got me interested but i really love keep talking and on the turning away. there is so many i really love, i need a new poster, one that speaks my devotion and looks nice with my action figures.

well so i’ve been here by myself for quite sometime, completely alone, and free of my space, and i had forgotten how lonely it really is. too much time to think and overanalyze. a tragedy in itself, who needs to think as much as i do?

but i’m only rambling today.

so to all a merry christmas, if it can be said today,

if not than kiss my ass.