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life as a thoughtit's favorable to die only in a world of pain as the last string fibers of life tear from our muscles we need only to twist in agony, knowing full well our next destination our bodies represent the world of pain heaven of ecstasy, and hell of misery life exists only as a thought, stop thinking, and feel the barren cold fields of un-plotted land. In dust and sand, with razor wind wrappinglife as a thought
about your body, look to the universe of your origin, and ask yourself for purpose


myselfMy mind is full of locks. These seals Ive never seen or thought. with every key i stumble to, i'm guided more into myself. each lock unlocked and every shut door un-shut, I find myself. Born new, an epiphany with red feathers ablaze, the fire-hawk of my mental creation bursts the flame of inner torture. the vessels, mannequin men walk their robotic strides. These strides lead in only grey circles, and again from thought, I find myselfmyself


two worldsmarried to the cast i'm sitting on cloth aloft the seats beyond the choral among the peasants i carouse viewing the tragedy of Shakespeare my brother found death my wife, a plague of despairtwo worlds
from my distanced seat, i'm viewing the brilliance of play the arts of act strewn before my eyes content fierce, like the reality
the patrons of art smile in glee, my heart has become the air i can feel the players pain
my words are unvoiced to the stage my existence a shadow


three different lovesthe three devils of love the mind the body the spirit each a new obsession i'm lust for a love one of three is the trinity unconditional? is one monumental? the body appeasing the sensualist mind, a philosopher's toy and the spirit for the eccentric the friend of the philanthropist, and the heart of artist driven with passionthree different loves


Live My ArtWould you like to paint my canvas?Live My Art
In the stone colours of the ground you stand on
In the unique colours of the eyes you see with
In the dryed colours of the air you breath in
In the dark colours of the jealously you contain
In the simple colours of the rainbow you hide
In the definitive colours of the heart you love
In the silk colours of the lips you touch
In the light colours of the happiness you hold
In the plain colours of the sorrow you carry
Would you like to paint my canvas?
My life
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"Mirror mirror where's the crystal palace? But I only can see myself, skating around the truth who I am ...But I know dad, the ice is getting thin"
^__^
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"Dont think I am an Angel, just because I have wings"
Dita: "Your mother, is your mother ... was labber ich hier eigentlich für ne schei*e? XD"
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I write about the insignificant things, because everything in the world is significant, and even if only by my recognition, they need the understanding of another.
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"Dont think I am an Angel, just because I have wings"
Dita: "Your mother, is your mother ... was labber ich hier eigentlich für ne schei*e? XD"
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I write about the insignificant things, because everything in the world is significant, and even if only by my recognition, they need the understanding of another.
I'm learning though, so I guess thats something good. I need to get back in the swing of things here too
IT'S MY MISSION!
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I write about the insignificant things, because everything in the world is significant, and even if only by my recognition, they need the understanding of another.
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And in the darkest night. If my memory serves me right,
I'll never turn back time.
My Page: [link]
My Gallery: [link]
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I write about the insignificant things, because everything in the world is significant, and even if only by my recognition, they need the understanding of another.
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