Hieromoon's Journals

Why So Serious?

Life is not promised tomorrow.
The sparrow cuts the air like that of an arrow.
Slicing my skin to feel no more sorrow.
When I wait and bleed the time has become barrowed.
I walk to the balcony and somewhere my life has followed.
I step to make my way out.
Yesterday is now only a memory.
Then from behind she touches my shoulder and says to me.
Please come back to bed and kiss me.
Life is not promised tomorrow.
So love the one you got.
Because I woke one day and the one that I loved was shot.

A Day In The Life Of the Lost

One day when the land was known to be flat...

There in this land of cats being worshipped

A boy journeyed to this lake of endless hopes and dreams.

What he came to know was never to be seen...

AÂ language, a culture, a people infested in disease.

In prayer for four days, in prayer in four directions

He lays with the angels of his nightmares

Aiming to please.

Calling for protection from the ancestors that have seen

These very same days of lost ressurections.

Now we drink life from the very river that flows from the

bluest of lakes.

Colour

Color is a plastic means of creating intervals........
Color harmonies produced by special relationships, or tensions.
We defferentiate now between formal tensions and color tensions, just as we defferntiate in music between counterpoint and harmony.

Behind My Neck

The senation is like the fire in the sky.

Kiss my soul in the attempts to die.

The gradiation of black and red feels my eyes.

I feel the warmth of her lips and smell the sweet smell of her craving.

Then we lay still with eyes closed our minds misbehaving.

Hurts to deep, its just like nails on black boards.

Her voice plays the melody " give in to your desire" as I play the chords.

Poison kiss, dark bliss, Poison Kiss.

The Risk

Why not go out on a limb?
Isn't that where
The fruit is?

The Idea of Julie: Why we are like stars

Like stars we are brilliant when we display our infinite wisdom that the chemicals of the brain is immensely producing from the combustion of our deepest thought and releasing for all to see.

Rhyme or Reason

In The realm of reasoning the barrel of a .45 is not the ?

Seeing the falling leaves of the orange and yellow season helps to develope an answer.

Change.

Change the days undeveloped.

Last night was......anyways, this morning we must have both undrestood.

Creator

We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world.

We are on the verge of "Vinni, Vetti, Vecci"

The time is now that Julie and I are knowing our souls. I live to be and aim to please. The sense of fail is in the back of the bed and I am taking her to the valley of the shadows of our intimacy. Hey Julie you ROCK!!!! :) (*

The day She made me realize

On this day in life the apparent seems very transparent. I knew this girl and thought her to be the sweetest thing ever. And on the night before Valentines She tells me I can not give her what She needs. The intimate relation of communication is the basic factors of a relationship she tells me. And I am not able to give her that. One day She will know my pain. The day I smile cause I have given my soul to a relationship.