Category Archives: fate

eastland

Hallelujah (by Leonard Cohen)

I heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the lord but you don’t really care for music do you? Well it goes like this the forth the fifth the minor fall and the major lift

eastland

Hallelujah (by Leonard Cohen)

I heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the lord but you don’t really care for music do you? Well it goes like this the forth the fifth the minor fall and the major lift

057

grass

we walked through the summer as the dew caught the blades of new grass we clung like reeds through fall as wind whipped the leaves bare from trees winter came as we knew that it would in all her majestic

057

grass

we walked through the summer as the dew caught the blades of new grass we clung like reeds through fall as wind whipped the leaves bare from trees winter came as we knew that it would in all her majestic

enter the mind

this darkness you are blind to unfolds invisible folds around you in the cloak the daggers stowed do you see the shadow cast beneath your own two feet? it is something I have grown to know well to predict and

enter the mind

this darkness you are blind to unfolds invisible folds around you in the cloak the daggers stowed do you see the shadow cast beneath your own two feet? it is something I have grown to know well to predict and

art sarcasm diatribe

this brief interlude pierced by realities ever crashing blow ballooned beyond your perception I become the ever present vision of myself standing before the strange altar beauties sleep whispers the willow’s breath soft and hurried words passed between the mouthes

art sarcasm diatribe

this brief interlude pierced by realities ever crashing blow ballooned beyond your perception I become the ever present vision of myself standing before the strange altar beauties sleep whispers the willow’s breath soft and hurried words passed between the mouthes

Father Farther

  Years are man’s measure to order we must align they post signs along roads which infiltrate our minds you clutch to the comfort of these measurements and count the days as though you can hold on to them but

Father Farther

  Years are man’s measure to order we must align they post signs along roads which infiltrate our minds you clutch to the comfort of these measurements and count the days as though you can hold on to them but