Saturday, August 13, 2011

Breathing Ground


When I am alone I see inside of the beauty that could have been

Searching seeking my soul

Holding a breath just to be me



After all that comes and goes just to be

I cry and feel and seek, finding

Holding a breath just to be me 



And in the darkness I move beyond meaning

Each stroke defining my destiny
Each movement creating motion

Hold a breath just to be me



Oh and in the secret I find
that way is in the darkness

Alone with out sincerity of care
the darkness becomes
the feeding ground of the soul


This facade grows thin,
From darkness I find light as the shadows fall


Holding a breath just to be me





Wednesday, 20 October 2010

Monday, July 11, 2011

Monday!


They call it interrogation, striving for equality

Erecting an army to interrograte the other,
not the other,
not the “other” seeing unequaled forming part,
forming to different worlds you and them.

Norm and the norm seeker