Appetite For Eternity: March 2011

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Monday, March 14, 2011

There the rise of hope

There the rise of hope
Gone in the setting sun
Return to Rome
Return to empty rooms
Silent strangers
Asking you for change
Lost in life wilderness
No hope of being found
Lost
Alone

Mar 14/11

My voice is strong but is unheard

My voice is strong but is unheard
My words are epic but lost in some translation.
Doubt is the evil that invades 
my thoughts
Doubt is what holds the world back.
Life lived in a chemical haze is a forgotten memory that I can feel screaming in the caged of my mind.
I don't identify myself with much these days
I have lost the person I was and now only a stranger looks back at me through the dull cow eyes.
A reflection in the mirror
A reflection of someone you can't recall.
I am sadden by this self loathing and torment
Even if someone liked me or understood me I wouldn't know what to do
I probably just mess things up and alienate myself further from the world I so desperately need and try to identify with.
I say nothing cause what I have to say is pointless
I'm so confused by myself
I'm so alone
I'm alone . . .

June 18/97

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Tease us out of love

Tease us out of love,

As we console the young

lovers thought's

Be fair, be kind,

be as gentle as a breeze

that float's a leaf on the

wind.

Tease us out of thought.

Let us embrace what we

have and what we want.

Tickle our fancy.

Delight our soul. . .

Mar 3/11

Caught up in the grace of your beauty

Caught up in the grace of your beauty
Under a blue sky,
darkening in the east as the sun sets
in rapture thats across the calm waters
of the soul. . .

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Forward but backwards

Forward but backwards

I realize that I work in a fake environment.
A environment that preaches forward thinking but looks back for answers
that really can't identify with the people that are hungry for something new.
This environment of hanging on for dear life while someone who was in
love with there job now become bitter and jaded.
We talk about how our soul is hurting from the torment that we call
everyday living.
We say food for thought, but what if the food we take in is junk food?
If we put crappy food like we put crappy knowledge in our bodies and
mind. Won't we produce quality thoughts or idea’s. We fall into the
lulled state that our bodies will fight us on. We are the sloth
generation

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Sometimes I feel your warm breath
On my neck.
It feels like soft kisses
Or my lips buried in an ocean
Of fur and curls
Sometime I just can't tell
This hunger, this lust,
This need to ravage you?
I want your taste to linger
On my lips.
I want it and you
All of you.
Slowly
Hard
Slowly
Now
In you. . .

Appetite For Eternity