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Written by Administrator
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Sunday, 30 March 2008 20:51 |
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Ja, en als we dan toch in de lentesferen zitten, even een snapshotje dat ik vanmorgen maakte. Van heeeeeel ver, dus een beetje wazig, maar toch. Lief he! 
Met een zonnetje erbij en wat minder wind was het echt lente geweest!! (Over het weer raak ik maar niet uitgezeurd...  ) |
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Last Updated on Sunday, 30 March 2008 21:00 |
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Written by Kzzz
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Thursday, 13 March 2008 01:03 |
it's quiet now and as i think my thoughts alone
i'm trying to keep my head straight but i think i'm too far gone
for in the silence, the truth rings even louder
a constant grinding begging recognition of it's power
through its eyes i take the trip, destiny: the place
of pain and pleasure absolute where sorrow has a face
a place of time where spirit asks to stand and hold its ground
has lost its equilibrium and is slowly sinking down
down into the darkness that the lack of will affords
down into the shadows past the junkies past the whores
down into the mire suffocating all that lives
but if i say "i care" i lie for i have no more left to give
well i suppose a hand would help oh yeah, there's no one here
if that's what i wanted, once again my greatest fear
i just long to hear a bird's song, just to let me know there's light
for as we all know a song bird never sings its song at night
but it's quiet now
a thought, a subtle image, comes creeping 'round again
a vision clear as day then projects onto my lens
with my little heart i often hope for once, all hope's not lost
but even as i try i find, the truth demands a cost
exacted from my soul, my only means of recompense
taken as a toll for even knowledge charges rent
removed from me without consent i've now a hole to fill
compounded by the fact that i hear the grinding still
the darkness sure and silent holds fast beyond my reach
a ray of light has not a chance, the shadows can't be breached
a fight ensues and all is waged until the end has come
a battle to the death pits a father against his son
what now, i ask the guide of this my final fate
as i'm led into the cell, i hear the closing of the gate
the silence i once feared is at last my final end
and the silence i once hated has become my only friend
again
it's quiet now
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Written by kzzz
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Wednesday, 27 February 2008 00:05 |
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Het broeikas effect doet zijn best. Voordat we met z'n allen onderlopen kunnen we eerst nog even genieten van krokussen in februari! 
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Last Updated on Sunday, 15 June 2008 19:46 |
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