I am the sun. I am the sky. I am the wind. I am the whisper of the trees. I am the dancer in the dark. I am the melody that plays somewhere in the mountains, hail Carolina, hail Carolina - I'm coming home. Traffic is slow. Time is fleeting. My eyes stray to the horizon where Asheville glows with morning light.
Cigarette smoke. FM radio. Static on the airwaves.
Euphoria, OH! Euphoria, my God! Euphoria!
El-ek-tr-ik-si-te in my body, in my soul, in the soil raging from
Lightning storm of dust and blood, OH!
Wake me up! Bravo! Bravo!
Echo Immortal! Echo Immortal... Echo Immortal!
The dogs of war at my heels, all hail the dogs of war!
Hear the bells of Gemini ringing forever! Trumpets sound! Echo echo.
It is here, inside of me. Illuminating the tangent soul.
It is here, deep within me, giving radiance to flesh and bone.
It is here, screaming from the balconies of the Citadel of Stars
It gives me hope
Like Edison, I marvel at electricity
Light the way. Light the way. Set the torches ablaze
It is here, hiding just beneath the flesh
It is here, swirling in this blood
It is here, filling my lungs with air
It is here, beating within my chest
It is here, sleeping underneath my fingernails
It is here, in the electricity that dances in my head
It is here... it is here... it is here...
Now the wind is whispering, speaking of it
(Echo Echo, come on now - electron disfuction. Now. Now. Now. Let's talk about energy, those invisible wavelengths that connect you and I)
I've seen and made love to God.
Felt her in my bones, smiling. Laughing. Screaming.
step into this blinding light and
of the lightning storm
caught in your bones
that still screams
from every corner, and every
of your soul
trying to be heard
over the gunfire and the bombs
that burn away the sky
and the soil
leaving only the smoldering shadows
of those touched by
can we save man(kind)
from his most terrible
I had to write this for my english class... It's a narritive
descriptive essay. It's what happened between me and Jason
one night. I miss him alot and I remember this being a special
night for us.. so I tried fairly hard to make this as good as
possible. I figured maybe someone would get a kick out of reading
it *shrug* Enjoy.
Ricky and I talked today for about seven hours... my phone bill is
going to be outrageous, that aside... He asked me if I would save myself
for him until he moves down to Asheville, if I would wait and let him be
the next guy I date...
That's such a strange concept, and it's really hard for me to understand
I'm not entirely sure what to do about it.
On another note, Michael and Havis (and probably Richie) will no longer
Waiting here, null and devoid of life, standing sentinel over changing seasons
Fevered hands and severed voices calling from scattered bastions
Scales tipped and turned on their side, the weight of life falling over broken shoulders
Hollow creation scarred by wounds of light spilling down from poisoned eyes
These Angels in their lust did wed and bring forth polluted sacrament
On high with wings spread, shadows chilling mortal flesh, freezing shattered hands
I'm finally in Asheville, living in my new apartment and going to college...
Kinda strange to think I'm actually here when a few months ago I was
nearly on the verge of getting lost in the system and working a pathetic
9 to 5 job in the middle of a town I loathed with every fiber of my
being... Now I'm just working 9-5 in Asheville.. I guess it's the same
Ashe is a weird place... with weirder people... and even weirder stuff going,
This guardian of treasured doors and irreverasable pathways stands sentinel
Roads of scattered light drifting off into the hearts of severed stars
Where light and metal take shape and motion, fire burning into copper and scorched steel
Arrows cast as falling stars loosing the blue as they throw themselves into eyes scarred by telescopes
Ruin the architect and the dreamer, ruin the artist and the lover, ruin the earth in reclamation
I honestly can't even remember the last time I checked this site,
mostly because I haven't had a reason too; I guess in alot of ways it
just reminded me of how miserable most of us are.
There are so many people lost in that decadent struggle of finding love,
becoming nearly obessed with the thought of having someone to hold and kiss,
to touch and maybe more I guess. It's an intoxication that we seemingly
Darkness and light entwining, radiant hands clasping drowning shadows
This paradox sustaining as catalyst energies remain ambient; quietly suffocating
Voiceless, these titans raise their arms in union to trace scars across heaven
Burning the sky to drape themselves in a mantle of flames
The world screaming beneath their eyes as they cut the planet into fragments
Dividing the metal and ash, forests and earth, rivers and oceans
"That which was lost, shall be found -- That which was broken shall be in fact mended -- That which was taken shall be returned -- That which has fallen shall rise -- That which has damned shall be forgiven -- That which was hated, shall be in fact loved"
Interesting little quote I found written into the lowest brick on a wall I pass by every day at school. I can't entirely explain what in God's name I was doing to find it, but I did. It makes me wonder who wrote it there.. and why? Who would go out of their way to put that quote into the hardest to find spot on a brick wall? Maybe it's just a message for those who find it? Who knows. Interesting anyway though.
There's a dancer in Manhatten, moving in rhythm to the thunderstorms; taking steps in time with the rain. [Leaping with the cascades -- turning with the lightning, twisting and bending with the thunder]
There are lovers lost within themselves, pushing one another down into the grass, letting the reeds touch bare flesh, the rain soak hair and cool heated movement [Thunderblasts echo as heartbeats]