....for lack of mate, a life was wasted. for lack of a love, a soul was in darkness. for lack of it all, life is not worthy....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 04-05-13
Monday, April 8, 2013
Thursday, April 4, 2013
musing 17
....let us hold hands and embrace the sun awaiting the new day in this glorious dawn and dance through it all til comes the moon making love in the night giving thanks til the coming dawn....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 03-26-13
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 03-26-13
sainted torn....
sainted torn....
by Greg Rogers (Notes) on Wednesday, March 20, 2013 at 8:49pm
....lay down and let be what shall be release the spirit in unto the abyss and seek the final bliss that is promised but never given that is written but never seen seeking the love and lust and passion of the flesh the is not found in the single life of the living through death and release of all that is none shall such torture be overcome floating and flowing and falling and following the escaping vision seen by all but rare to hold held found not lost troubled spirits bottled in broken glass it cannot go on nor continue to last going slowly in a fast of celebate ordained not refrained nor maintained lay down and let be what shall be...
by Greg Rogers (Notes) on Wednesday, March 20, 2013 at 8:49pm
....lay down and let be what shall be release the spirit in unto the abyss and seek the final bliss that is promised but never given that is written but never seen seeking the love and lust and passion of the flesh the is not found in the single life of the living through death and release of all that is none shall such torture be overcome floating and flowing and falling and following the escaping vision seen by all but rare to hold held found not lost troubled spirits bottled in broken glass it cannot go on nor continue to last going slowly in a fast of celebate ordained not refrained nor maintained lay down and let be what shall be...
Musing 16
....hallowed be this shallow grave for the soul here single in solitude lies in wait of the nothing that comes but echoes of rain through the past under the sun holding the rose of no name withered and blackened and twisted corrupted petals scattered to the dust of what remains....
Written by Greg Rogers
Posted on 03-20-13
feel the fall of failed life....
feel the fall of failed life....
by Greg Rogers (Notes) on Tuesday, March 19, 2013 at 2:54pm
....the tears fall in rivers of rushing blood flowing freely and empty a hollow sad sound of an empty soul a deserted forest of withered leaves and dying trees the tears provide no nurture deserts blowing in with the stinging wind devouring all in it's path leaving nothing but everything dry and bitter and brittle as the soul crumbles withered and lifeless of all emotion draining out of the flesh this empty husk of mortal wounds drained and dryed from the tears that fall drained with pain fall fall fall an endless torture of pitied pain drain drain drain there is no one to see them fall there is no one near to catch them all no one to replenish no one to replace the fear....
by Greg Rogers (Notes) on Tuesday, March 19, 2013 at 2:54pm
....the tears fall in rivers of rushing blood flowing freely and empty a hollow sad sound of an empty soul a deserted forest of withered leaves and dying trees the tears provide no nurture deserts blowing in with the stinging wind devouring all in it's path leaving nothing but everything dry and bitter and brittle as the soul crumbles withered and lifeless of all emotion draining out of the flesh this empty husk of mortal wounds drained and dryed from the tears that fall drained with pain fall fall fall an endless torture of pitied pain drain drain drain there is no one to see them fall there is no one near to catch them all no one to replenish no one to replace the fear....
such is living....
such is living....
by Greg Rogers (Notes) on Tuesday, March 12, 2013 at 6:36pm
….there is no time there is no motion for the soul in living damnation always in moving but no more than imitation of what the world views as life suffocating in all that surrounds smothered by those close by relentlessly going despite the pain despite the suffering of living the lie that you call life let the walls close in and crumble and fall let it be done once and for all some form of freedom some form of spark a kindred spirit some form of loving heart roaming and trudging along moving through emotions that no longer exist or never were born but seen in other lives read in stories and heard through savage rabid teeth mockery of mockeries even the raven sees past it all and through to the future of realms combined for one soul travels them all in tortured defiance of good and bad in living memory of deaths that pass on and on and on and the story is unchanged repeated over and over eternal life be damned….
by Greg Rogers (Notes) on Tuesday, March 12, 2013 at 6:36pm
….there is no time there is no motion for the soul in living damnation always in moving but no more than imitation of what the world views as life suffocating in all that surrounds smothered by those close by relentlessly going despite the pain despite the suffering of living the lie that you call life let the walls close in and crumble and fall let it be done once and for all some form of freedom some form of spark a kindred spirit some form of loving heart roaming and trudging along moving through emotions that no longer exist or never were born but seen in other lives read in stories and heard through savage rabid teeth mockery of mockeries even the raven sees past it all and through to the future of realms combined for one soul travels them all in tortured defiance of good and bad in living memory of deaths that pass on and on and on and the story is unchanged repeated over and over eternal life be damned….
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