From the Count of Monte Cristo

"The wicked are great drinkers of water. As the flood proved once for all."

The Flowery Road of Mount Daisy Sion

You must travel to the flowery road of Mount Daisy Sion.


First, Ascend to the most western edge
of the most northern peak.

Celebrate the wind, dance
to her beat.

Stomp your feet and kick
up the ashe of yesterday.

Next, Run down the eastern hillside. Gently

slide over the obdurate edge of earth.

Feel yourself seep down your thighs.

Lick god's sweat off your lips and

ride the wave of bright til you

feel the heat of day, fade

with the distant

sunlight.


Dusk has past,
and now the stars and moons lead.

A cosmic catastrophe,
one million years before,
brightens your night, just
enough to see the dust
breathing beneath you.

Now, remove your shoes
one by one.
Go down this path you hath begun.
Now you walk til the days do end.
Sun goes up, sun comes down
every day, this you know.
You must walk this path you lead,
til the day

the sun, doth not show.

Damn Good Day

It's A Damn

Good Day

To

Be Alive

And In

Love.

Quote

"If we disbelieve everything because we cannot certainly know all things; we shall do much what wisely as he, who would not use his legs, but sit still and perish, because he had no wings to fly." - John Locke An Essay Concerning Human Understanding

Nothing

Nothing to Lose, But

Time:

{God's Lobby,
A Universal Slice
A Carton of Milky Way
A Buckled Asteroid Belt
A Piece of the Pi
An Uneasy Equilibrium
A Dimension of Dementia
Our Galaxy Garbled
A Google Fun-Plex of
A Macro-Million Moments}



nothing to fear, but

fear:

{man's modesty
and bravery's companion
screams that curdle
tears that shake and roll
heart slams the cage
struggles to break free
butterflies now bats
blindly stretch and flap
only suspects: pain and death}

Words from the King.

Eternal love shines in my eyes.
Don't build your hopes to be let down, 'cause I really feel it's time.
A willow deeply scarred, somebody's broken heart,
and a washed out dream.

You feel the cold hand, and wonder if you'll ever see the sun.
Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of being the one.
You never said goodbye, someone tell me why did you have to go,
and leave my world so cold.

And when the groove is dead and gone,
yeah, you know that love survives.
Now I believe in miracles,
and a miracle has happened tonight.

(RIP Michael)

This is thy life

Jungle of thought a fever in the brain,
lost in an endless maze.

running, screaming, a jumping gasp,
breathing fire, a dragon's past.

Life's words, words of life,
wisdom and knowledge must suffice.

blazing glory
lazy and snory
writing a story
lick the knife
kiss thy wife
this is thy life.