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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.

]]> Buzznet hieromoon 2008-09-25T12:12:00Z <![CDATA[A Day In The Life Of the Lost]]> http://hieromoon.buzznet.com/user/journal/2314911/ 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...

A 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.

]]> Buzznet hieromoon 2008-05-06T16:50:00Z <![CDATA[Colour]]> http://hieromoon.buzznet.com/user/journal/2253261/ 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.
]]> Buzznet hieromoon 2008-04-25T09:57:00Z <![CDATA[Behind My Neck]]> http://hieromoon.buzznet.com/user/journal/1986411/ 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.

 

]]> Buzznet hieromoon 2008-03-13T15:32:00Z <![CDATA[The Risk]]> http://hieromoon.buzznet.com/user/journal/1937221/ Why not go out on a limb?
Isn't that where
The fruit is?
]]> Buzznet hieromoon 2008-03-04T15:33:00Z <![CDATA[The Idea of Julie: Why we are like stars]]> http://hieromoon.buzznet.com/user/journal/1901801/ 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.

]]> Buzznet hieromoon 2008-02-27T08:01:00Z <![CDATA[Rhyme or Reason]]> http://hieromoon.buzznet.com/user/journal/1898321/ 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.

]]> Buzznet hieromoon 2008-02-26T16:02:00Z <![CDATA[Creator]]> http://hieromoon.buzznet.com/user/journal/1878841/ We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world.]]> Buzznet hieromoon 2008-02-23T13:13:00Z <![CDATA[We are on the verge of "Vinni, Vetti, Vecci"]]> http://hieromoon.buzznet.com/user/journal/1872211/ 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!!!! :) (*

]]> Buzznet hieromoon 2008-02-22T12:45:00Z <![CDATA[The day She made me realize]]> http://hieromoon.buzznet.com/user/journal/1831331/ Buzznet hieromoon 2008-02-15T09:26:00Z