Category Archives: my favorite poems
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
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
shiva
with arms embracing destruction catalyst for change has arrived once more dreams are born out of the sorrow of darkness and as before bare the light hidden within the chamber of the soul three thirty AM and I awake with
shiva
with arms embracing destruction catalyst for change has arrived once more dreams are born out of the sorrow of darkness and as before bare the light hidden within the chamber of the soul three thirty AM and I awake with
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
faith in fades
like Spring on the marsh your thought dances across the tendrils and fibers sprouting from my tender skin with plummeting earnestness you seize the breath I have yet to sing for the night in which we intertwine ourselves amongst memories
faith in fades
like Spring on the marsh your thought dances across the tendrils and fibers sprouting from my tender skin with plummeting earnestness you seize the breath I have yet to sing for the night in which we intertwine ourselves amongst memories
False Comfort
These streets once had a name and a thousand words to say voids make placeholders of the empty shells whose memories were laid waste and these vague tombstones mark the graves of the forgotten remains while the man with the
False Comfort
These streets once had a name and a thousand words to say voids make placeholders of the empty shells whose memories were laid waste and these vague tombstones mark the graves of the forgotten remains while the man with the
