NIN fan
waiting
Sephira
Higher

Golden yearsWhy is it when i pause, that it makes sense ?Golden years
it builds a dream;
"i have lived i have seen my stem.
my roots
oblivious to my bloom
petals
turned their backs to leaves
And my skin disturbed,
would loathe gravity unconsciously,
And it grows
from a clay and it grows to the skies not wanting nor needing for the skies seemed endless, and my body would cry"
many days would cease in astral slumbers, both age and time became numbered.
**


The headholderi had a head, actually two. one on me.The headholder
and one from you.
I held it in my arms, and walked alone the way kept it out of harms, talked to it every day
When i was funny
i couldn't see your smile when i was rude i couldn't see your frown
But i know you could hear.
Nothing can escape not even your eyes, not even a curtain, for them to rest.
not a blink, not a word, all the world in your sight not a word will be heard now that your soul is so light.
But i can't keep you long. &nb


The deafA mute thing was hidden behind, the taunting blink of my third eye through this smoking eery curtain i saw shades before i heard himThe deaf
Could i be hallucinating? could this repression be a past That what i saw, obliviating to make my dream forever last?
But alas! there is something strange whatever it is or may do i'm doomed to know even deranged if soul or matter is hidden through
And i walk nearer every day my steps are soundless not to wake the folly mind which senses lay upon layers of abstract taste
Deeper the


Begotten** The body of godBegotten
IT
can not be other then to ressemble a woman's could it ?
or is it
just relative and human made.
Could it
be human made or would it
seem
from another
mother? or planet
So who did
create, the body of god?
** The great seperator
It is the stranger!
there he lieth on the shore of his own creation
there he abuses his own son's creations
There he drinks and smokes under the sun
eats and drin


Let them inAll i need is a small light,Let them in
a feeble ray to show me the way into the everlasting dark
You may ask, upon thy task, can a soul wander
without matter?
But in the dark they'll be heard and you'll see
with another eye and hear
with another ear
the tick tock of thy c(l)ock (while we rest) are their steps
***
And only does fear, reveal, thorns in our veins
These smart vines
embrace my mind, and there comes spring with it's casual wings to pore it's


Death of the Madman"There was a crippled man whose voice was lost in his haunted gallery... paralyzed he then thoughtDeath of the Madman
to see a vision, coming through the window"
Is the ghost trustworthy?
is the phantom, that boundless menace
who have seen his own corpse, who has known all scorn,
Be a companion to my faith?
The great deceiver, the spiteful figure, he's the one with the noise.
It is him who controls the supreme eye
of the envious.
It is him who decides, his own life
from hollowness.
But is he trustworthy?


DybbukThe womb contracted, vomiting a gnawing wretch, unwanted unto the world which trembles with the sacrificial pangs of the multitude. The palm waving feti are moulded into spastic predators, stigmatised, dressed as children at the Carnival of Fools with milk teeth sharpened to razors and eyes the colour of the dung left behind the fourth horseman's wake. The groaning multitude... The number that is not a number, defies logic, the devourer outside the planes of verse, the bitterness of betrayal hardening intoDybbuk


Pitch*****Pitch
Memories came flashing, of the nights I spent cutting into her chest.
Looking for her heart, I fell in love with her ribs.
They were lined with William Blake's wood carvings and held secrets I cherished more than the light of the stars.
Now I spend my free time searching through codices...
[I try to understand how mysteries tendrils slipped through my grasp that lonely night...face pressed to glass and frost pushing through Winter's cold and icy breath.]
and wit

I added u over face boo
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* The Most Beautiful things in life cannot be seen.. But felt with the heart...
* Mon Amour: *Tarek ♥
* My other-half :*Jessie.♥
Stupid keyboard!
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* The Most Beautiful things in life cannot be seen.. But felt with the heart...
* Mon Amour: *Tarek ♥
* My other-half :*Jessie.♥
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We'll get there...
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Create your pain, design your wound
watch the fresh blood drain
from your skin and from your vains.
This art can take you far
once it becomes a scar.
The agony you endured
and the beauty of this scar,
will make you a star...
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We'll get there...
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Create your pain, design your wound
watch the fresh blood drain
from your skin and from your vains.
This art can take you far
once it becomes a scar.
The agony you endured
and the beauty of this scar,
will make you a star...
lol, lebanese metaljiye rules! \m/
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