wasted in wonderland

do you suppose she's a wild flower?

  • 11th November
    2011
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  • 23rd October
    2011
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  • 16th October
    2011
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  • 16th October
    2011
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  • 16th October
    2011
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Fall for Her.

Fall has come and brought with it a sudden change in energy. 

The exhaustion of overheated air now calmly cools to a fresh breeze. 

The smell of wet fire nights slowly takes place of sex waxed mornings, 

As a warm breath makes its way from toasting your skin to soothing your heart. 

A state of situational change commences internally as the external world converts the earth. 

Gaia is transforming her body as you renovate your soul. 

Each day dawns in gold, trimming the rims of wise leaves. 

Nature’s acumen is on display. 

She is the only being equally as beautiful throughout her entire life. 

Time will never age her, for her heart is eternally youthful. 

She lives off the love of those who fuel her being and protect her beauty. 

Contrary to popular belief, she is not immortal.

Slowly she is poisoned by ignorance and disrespect. 

The souls of the wicked eat her light and mask their meal in meaningless schemes and machinery. 

She stands no chance in a world of egocentricity. 

Her only hope is archaic revival.

  • 16th October
    2011
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Eggshells

This house is made of eggshells
Held together by scolding spells
Full of anger and broken hearts
It’s always over before it starts 
An inherited curse, granted at birth
A lineage absent of self-worth
Disguised by pride and hidden inside
Our clear tears wont cease till we die

  • 16th October
    2011
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Where nothing is expected of me..

Sparkling pink sand, deep turquoise sea shimmering with gold accents

An iridescent sky of purple haze, majestic creatures all around.

Rainbow mushrooms and berries form clustered patterns all over the earth, the trees all A violet bed with flowers dripping in blood red.

In the midst of the night, she walks in white, amongst the candles in the sky.

Deep in the jungle following the blood trail of the roses, I find a sanctuary spread across a waterfall’s meadow. A house made of blissful energy that possessed a life of it’s own. 

This land held a spirit of it’s own, and possessed all that discovered its’ life. A place where all is free and eternal beauty is all to let be.

A site for such beauty most have never even dreamed of.

A world where that physical beauty doesn’t come close to the internal beauty it makes you feel inside.

This is beauty making love to your heart.

This is the feeling of finding inner peace and love for all kind.

And once you leave you withdrawal from that love and find reality not as beautiful as your dream. The thought of discovering a world filled of internal light and returning to one hidden in shadows becomes wretchedly excruciating. Mental breakdown soon erodes your logical conception of your current world. Hysterical crying turns to thoughts of dying in hopes to fly back to your fantasy land. In the brink of death, warning thoughts cross your head, and cause you to debate about what you might dread. Your panic pushes pause and you start to analyze the cause. Ignorance affected your sanity, as you got lost in fantasy and lost touch with it’s most important lesson:

Reality’s an illusion. Your dreams are real. 

  • 16th October
    2011
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  • 14th October
    2011
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    2011
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  • 14th October
    2011
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  • 14th October
    2011
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  • 14th October
    2011
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  • 14th October
    2011
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  • 14th October
    2011
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