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Letters To Mary

The day rose from the deep slumber, I saw your leaves. I saw your soul. Some believe in you, cherish you but others hate you and are frightened by your powers. You are but a flower that visits my nights, my days. For you guide my dreams, but hopes they are mine. You may join me for the ride, the one that will last an eternity. It is a ride but that is my life. So please fix my tracks. Ahahaha. the words of a mad man, It is all but a whisper. AS the wind flows trough my hair as the licks brush by my nose. The freedoms in which i live. So these trees that i gew up with are all an imitation. Imitations from the forest man.


TheBonzai
08

Three Sides OF it All

Three Sides OF it All

Staring at the yellow screen,

Cadie you are too old.

Around me a sea of strangers

I am but a floater,

Leave I will eventually.

But now ,

I see,

I hope,

The walls of my cubical are melting

Faster than quick sand, it is leaving.

The trees that are growing beneath my feet are rising.

The sun has resin and will never set.

This is my new world,

My Office Space.

I spent eternity looking at the hour glass,

It is all melting away

But I am serviving.

Living with the office gnomes, it is nice

But the forest gnomes are much

Much more colorful.

I will escape to where

I belong

In the Freedom of my mind.

Morning Poetry

Moment of my Day

As the wind howls pas my bench,

The sweeping sunlight glitters your eyes.

The moment, which numbs my soul, is here.

Time was still when you stepped in my haven

Now you have gone I am once again a soul

floating,

Around comfortably numb and dazed

Now my thoughts are still affected by the beast in my mind.

As it always does the beast takes this as another opportunity to 

Devourer my sanity.

It takes hold of my mind it changes me,

Turns my peace and freedom to

Confinement 

Confusion,

And obsession.

It has gone too far once again.  My life has turned into confusion.

But hope is not gone as this is a stage, I will tame the one in my head.

So here I am overlooking my own life,

The one that keep me sane is the pen and paper I work with

It is my escape. 

So sweet child find your escape by hitting reality,

No fucking way I will lose myself to this,

But then again I do not control it.

Simon Morin 

08

Great Jimi Hendrix art

I found this on the internet i think it should be shared it looks great . I love it. What you think of it.

Media Man

Oh my , it’s the media …

Media these days controls us. More then half of our population watches, hears or reads about it. It installs “standard” and “fear” in our day to day lives. If you do not fit in to the categories, your are immediately an outcast.

You will be seen as different or abnormal. This shows us how if you can stand up for what you believe in you have a immediate advantage. Furthermore that shows us that media has a great influence over us,

Simon Morin

08