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Thinking
00:12 Jan 23 2005
Times Read: 620








The day is started

fear is never ending

in the hollow of your grave eyes

the pumping of blue viens swimming in your waterless body

Tearing my mind to shreds looking for that hole

That dark corner that seeps your brain and oozes through the bottomless gate

Gut wrenching cries and tears that spill forgetful regrets

sinking quicker in ebony sands taking the past and leaving the future

12:22 Jan 22 2005
Times Read: 622

Ancient Mesopotamian mythology were the seven evil spirits described in a poem quoted by R. Campbell Thompson.









"Seven are they! Seven are they!"

Spirits that minish the heaven and earth,

That minish the land

Spirits that mishish the land,

Of giant strength,

Of giant strength anf giant tread,

Demons (like ranging bulls, great ghosts),

Ghosts that break through all houses,

Demons that have no shame,

Seven are they!

Knowing no care, they grind the land like corn;

Knowing no mercry they rage against mankind,

They spill their blood like rain,

Devouring their flesh (and) sucking their veins,







They are demons full of violence, ceaslessly devouring blood.

P-YAZA 3 misty dreams
01:50 Jan 06 2005
Times Read: 643












Years may pass but I'll never fail to see your youth

years may fall but I'll be in tune with....

your mouth

your eyes

your lips

and even your kissable hips

I can't see without your true bliss

catching time is no crime

just to see your fathomable lips

tears of joy

tears of toy

I'll always be the one to see you in every dream

kiss me now my sweet cream

I'll be waiting for you in another stream

00:07 Jan 06 2005
Times Read: 646












Black it’s the best thing in the world, goes with everything and it goes with nothing.

There’s ebony, sable, charcoal, and black.

Black, black, black!

At night things wander this way and that way, causing mischief and havoc.

Black is for power, black is for depression, but to me black is fun!

The sky is sprinkled with white specks of glittering stars and a toenail as white as fluorescent lights hangs right between them bright and unfulfilled.

Black cats roam their territory in small delicate graceful steps, scaring people into their homes; old wives tales haunt their thoughts like robbers being caught.

Bats are like cats, sleeping in the day and playing in the dark.

Shadows creep, lizards crawl, owls hoot and there’s a boot.

Black is fun, black is everywhere, on your shoes, on your clothes with your woes and your foes.

Come with me one and all and I’ll show you all the dolls.

Fingers and toes and maybe a nose, give me a fable rose and we’ll do a pose. Barking dogs are heard within the fog.

Wet green grass with wicked sass.

Long lost echoes tickle my ears as I see those daring tears.

Funny creatures of all small sizes sweep the land with those cats and dogs. Halloween time that’s what I think when I see those glorious shadows swirling with greatness around everything and everyone.

P-YAZA 2
22:42 Jan 05 2005
Times Read: 648
















In your eyes there is rage

splitting minds of angry spirits

danger is always near like wrathing demons

of twisting bloody falls

feel the ice like writhering flowers of jaded forests

stars are beckoning

heal their cries

see their tears

fears are far

tears are dried

tear my soul

like eating flesh

Peeling Eyes
22:36 Jan 05 2005
Times Read: 649














The Sky is blackened on hollowed grounds

Lightening flashes in your rounds

the earth is bleeding

and in a run

can you feel my tragic fun

P-YAZA
22:13 Jan 05 2005
Times Read: 650

Twilight is near never far from your eyes of celtic falls.

Hear my spells of never ending wells

feel my breath near and hot

see my dreams on your gushing lips

your wounds are deep

but rather than seeping you grow

careless

careless and beautiful in nights blood

hear my calls of daring cares

torn between the portal of dreams

do I need your endless love

your everlatsting thoughts

echoeing in my demented mind

hear me cry

crying for you

a love lost but not forgotten

I feel no no need to die

again

Spinning
22:08 Jan 05 2005
Times Read: 651

Sixteen spinning spiders

spinning webs

spinning skeletons

spinning steel wheels

kiss the steel wheel, kiss the spinning steel wheel of motherless nights.

22:05 Jan 05 2005
Times Read: 652

Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful death.

Called him soft names

in many a mused rhyme

To take into the air

My quiet breath;

now more than ever seems it rich to die







----Michael Romkey