Enigma
I walk alone in the existence of life's zone we call reality
A million miles away yet so close to hear a pin drop...Ons second past the other and time ticks until the hour of Hades and Karyns destitude
Bearing the mark until time wears it away to a cremated dust...Dali's painting says it all too well...Melting away till numbers only remain
Boulevard of sleepless nights and broken hearts commend myself to thee
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
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| Mother Ocean | 0 | 05/30/2013 |
| Sparrows | 0 | 05/11/2011 |
| Anxiety | 0 | 03/08/2011 |
| Heart of Gold | 1 | 02/03/2011 |
| Far Away Thinking | 1 | 01/13/2011 |
| Net of Confusion | 0 | 11/21/2010 |
| The Last Song | 2 | 10/29/2010 |
| The Snake Called West | 1 | 10/29/2010 |
| Essence of Ass | 0 | 12/18/2009 |
| Enigma | 0 | 10/21/2009 |
| West-We-Go | 1 | 10/21/2009 |
| Top of my Head | 0 | 09/07/2009 |
| Anew | 2 | 06/12/2009 |
| White Memories | 7 | 06/04/2009 |
| Poof | 5 | 05/30/2009 |
| Black Angel | 5 | 05/29/2009 |
| My Heartsblood | 2 | 05/28/2009 |
| My Light | 3 | 05/29/2009 |
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