Daisy

"I'm a mountain that has been moved
I'm a river that is all dried up
I'm an ocean that nothing floats on
I'm a sky that nothing wants to fly in
I'm a sun that doesn't burn hot
I'm a moon that never wants to show it's face
I'm a mouth that doesn't smile
I'm a word that no one ever wants to say."

Procession.

II

He had seen war, and knees never buckled.
He had killed children, shed a tear and finished
the mother. The enemy had no face,and he
no patience, only the urge to return. But this bridegroom,
fell the the ground, crushed by the weird of Christ
and his cross, felled by the immense stone ceiling,
coffered and carved, felled by the priest's thick
embroidered coat, by a long dragging train,
by the Father, and an assistant manager position
at Kinko's.

Duality

The duality of man
Not between two separate individuals
but him and his inner self.
The complexity of good and evil...to rid ourselves of such sins
is to surpass humanity
For if we are created by the Creator then why
do we lie, cheat, and steal?
These are rules which every man of every faith to embrace.
Finding the true path will set you to absolution even during the darkest hours.
Our compassion, love, and courage is our greatest strengths..it is what makes us human.
For man is not truly one, but truly two.

Procession.

1.

Slithering in like an ornate snake, drenched in white
A Cobra carved of ivory, cluttered with diamonds but,
Rosied cheeks, and a forked tongue rolled into swollen cheeks,
The great Bride carves a path through a plush crimson carpet
Rolled out with her intentions inscribed along the plush floor.
Judith's march along the aisle, through the ranks of eyes,
Lined up, two by two, armed with the Rapiers of the Judge,
And sandstone pillars marked by ancient carvings,
Carvings of
A cross bore,
Carvings of
A converted whore,
Carvings of
A Rebel's War.
And Judith Wore these symbols as she wore the the gaze
Of each warring eye, as the train of an adorned fabric
kissing the ground she claims.
As she approached the altar, the vaulted ceiling came down,
Pushing her onto her knees alongside the conquered
Bridegroom before the smiling Priest.

In loving memory

Perhaps the dead lie happily...forgotten by time and weather...perhaps not.

I should leave a song


Where is my mind?
.
..
...
Where the fuck is Javi?!

Scotch Mist

Folks if you have nothing to do for a good hr or so...might I suggest this.