tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173524052024-03-07T08:01:08.967-08:00Naked SuperStar PoetryA journey into the mind of art given birth through the glory of the written word.Skye Powershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01095561219515452463noreply@blogger.comBlogger117125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17352405.post-32709060914988533732014-09-06T18:19:00.000-07:002014-09-06T18:22:21.511-07:00Another Late Night Mantra<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">"Wrapped up in the galaxy</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">the comfort of your love </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">surrounds me like an </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">everlasting peace...</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">You are the stillness, the center </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">the unending bliss of a kiss fulfilled.</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br />It's all i think about... my dreams have taken over the day<br />and there is no rest for the wondering mind.<br />I obsess and am forgotten<br />I pass back into the nothing<br />the everything that I am<br />when I am with you. Come inside my world<br />and forget apart. Forget solace,<br />remember that you are the everything<br />my world, my surrender"<br />- another late night Mantra</span></span></span>Skye Powershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01095561219515452463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17352405.post-36613856968805568442012-09-04T22:31:00.001-07:002012-09-04T22:32:16.057-07:00Handsif i let you win<br />
how far will this go<br />
<br />
how much more<br />
can you push<br />
and yell<br />
if i let this go<br />
<br />
how can we change the world<br />
how can we save our world<br />
<br />
if i give you chances<br />
how much more will you take<br />
<br />
this is enough<br />
when it started<br />
it took me by surprise<br />
but i can't let this go<br />
<br />
how can we change the world<br />
how can we save our world<br />
<br />
you know<br />
you took love<br />
and made shit<br />
<br />
was it worth itSkye Powershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01095561219515452463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17352405.post-33536294310170194182012-01-12T23:34:00.001-08:002012-01-12T23:35:24.150-08:00Yw<div><p>You are<br>
one thing<br>
One word<br>
One world<br>
And when I open my hands<br>
I see the trembling<br>
And once open<br>
Free</p>
</div>Skye Powershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01095561219515452463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17352405.post-8535490260072946032011-06-08T08:33:00.000-07:002011-06-08T08:43:15.881-07:00the curei want to be happy<br />with a face so golden as yours<br /><br />full of honesty and truth<br />it leaves me feeling empty and<br />all this alone time consumes<br /><br />oh baby its wrong<br />to want to throw it all<br />aside for something real<br /><br />it been so long <br />that I forgot to feel<br /><br />I see its me that's always <br />brought me down<br /><br />and here i am underwater<br />under me under you<br />and we all keep sinking<br /><br />but there's only one cure<br /><br />is it all some miss. understanding<br />who sheds her soul for you?<br /><br />crushed and empty those legs<br />always know me best<br /><br />and its all in my mind again<br />all and only<br /><br />so where's the room for you <br />and me in all this obsessing <br /><br />wronged and broken <br /><br />and here i am underwater<br />under me under you<br />and we all keep sinking<br /><br />but there's only one cure<br /><br />and I'm reaching towards <br />the smoky lights of<br />faraway salvationSkye Powershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01095561219515452463noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17352405.post-6600376690652249742011-06-04T17:43:00.000-07:002011-06-04T17:47:24.577-07:00some wordsin the essence of her dark spires<br />i can see the <br />deep<br />and sparkling sensation <br /><br />that hints of inspiring <br />undertones<br /><br />lost and falling<br />in summers heat<br /><br />this garden sits <br />fresh with dew<br /><br />hidden behind the unscaleable walls<br />waiting for meSkye Powershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01095561219515452463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17352405.post-54652712496620055422011-04-28T07:12:00.000-07:002011-04-28T07:14:42.450-07:00No Timeyour silence burns me<br /><br />and the ring tightens<br /><br />until there's no breath<br /><br />isolated<br /><br />and chained in more <br />directions<br /><br />that have no name<br /><br />i'm never sure<br /><br />which choice<br />will <br />be my downfall.<br /><br />or yours<br />leading to mine<br /><br />is there peace<br /><br />for my mind when your<br />around<br /><br />you only seem to <br />bring me down<br /><br />to take some thing <br />beautiful<br /><br />and make it shit<br /><br />cause your there<br /><br />indeed my selfishness<br />can swallow my world<br /><br />i am my greatest <br />enemy.<br /><br />The way i see you<br /><br />makes you<br /><br />makes me<br /><br />feel so unimportant<br /><br />why then are we here at all<br /><br />when one <br /><br />just makes the other fall<br /><br />taking that point of <br />joy and<br /><br />transforming into <br />an ocean <br /><br />of misery<br /><br />where is this <br />enlightened being<br /><br />your truely ugly within<br />incomplete<br /><br />with me wanting more<br /><br />but we both reflect<br /> <br />nothing<br /><br />and now you lie<br /><br />sorry<br /><br />withhold<br /><br />all your real<br /><br />and show me only <br /><br />shadow shapes of<br />the person you are<br /><br />to much<br /><br />makes me hate you<br /><br />because your untrue<br />as my fantasy's<br /><br />and there's<br />no time<br />no talking<br />to youSkye Powershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01095561219515452463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17352405.post-62610373035179013572010-05-10T17:06:00.000-07:002010-05-10T17:14:42.944-07:00'til we dieThick<br /><br />my mind<br /><br />with muddled thoughts of you<br /><br />swimming in and out<br /><br />of my visions all morning<br /><br />my mind is fevered<br />and broken<br /><br />Im lost but I haven't moved<br /><br />you don't even know <br /><br />that im gone<br /><br />delusional<br /><br />livin in my own created fantasys<br /><br />ripe on my hot joys<br />I feel elated my head on the table<br /><br />and i escape my life<br />every time i close my eyes<br /><br />all of you are happy,<br />hiding in pretty lies.<br /><br />perhaps the little girl was right<br />staring me down with all her<br />prejudice<br /><br />go back to your life<br />accept a fate never wanted <br />never asked for<br /><br />your cage<br />while i live in mine<br /><br />i'm always good at the beginnings<br />then I'm always left behind<br /><br />Life must be more<br />then disappointments<br />til we die...Skye Powershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01095561219515452463noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17352405.post-3559934798442708962010-04-28T19:51:00.000-07:002010-04-28T20:06:50.983-07:00To StandWhat can you do<br /><br />when the dream ends<br /><br />and you wake up to <br /><br />once a friend<br /><br />now a sympathetic lier<br /><br />what tumbles from you lips<br /><br />could hardly stifle all<br /><br />my wanting<br /><br />worn from all my doubting<br /><br />now<br /><br />I've nothing left to do<br /><br />but believe you<br /><br />what a silly girl<br /><br />living forever in <br /><br />her fantasies<br /><br />taking just a moments<br />fancy<br /><br />just to throw it all way<br /><br />I have once known happy<br /><br />I have once felt love<br /><br />I was once left to stand corrected<br /><br />and now my feelings all have<br />gone...Skye Powershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01095561219515452463noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17352405.post-58310392176489969252010-04-14T07:14:00.001-07:002010-04-14T07:27:27.894-07:00Changing of the SeasonsA break from my rhythmical musings to let you know what I'm up to. Lots of fantastic projects with not a moment to give thought to all the should have - could have beens...<br /><br />Just the way I like it. Some of the most exciting projects include the band. We have shows coming up and we are working out some studio time to record original tracks.<br /><br />There are also two books in the works. The first is the Barefoot Ladies Art Book. A collab effort with two other artists, a photographer, and a bunch of models. <br /><br />Check out some concepts we're working on:<br /><br />1. The Tennessee Williams <br />Beautiful girl, lounging on a bed barefoot. Rainy day in black and white with many shades of grey. A clean room, sparse furniture and a pitcher of water by the bed. "Talk to me like the Rain" Style. The focus on the bottom of her soles, losing focus toward the window... Quiet, Southern and Gothic.<br /><br />2. The Marie Antoinette <br />Perfect Girl in wig - piled high white hair - and big blue satin gown. At a tea party barefoot. Lavish and decadent with lots of different photos. Perhaps an angled shot of candy painted toes buried under little tea cakes. Or pouring tea over her feet into a large basin... http://www.BarefootLadiesArtBook.com<br /><br />Any one wanting to get involved just drop me a line through the Kickstarter message board here: http://kck.st/d3PcvE<br /><br />There is another big archeology project coming up as well. I'll be documenting that through video, photos and a book. Off in search of Nephilim. Any help or funding is totally appreciated. Thank you for reading and keep reading to stay current my inspirations...Skye Powershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01095561219515452463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17352405.post-68382954649676994402009-12-16T20:22:00.000-08:002009-12-16T20:29:04.262-08:00Again?oh my abandon<br />reckless and sweet<br />in soften dirty rapture<br /><br />myself is complete<br /><br />understand so totally<br /><br />wrapped in arms<br /><br />tightly<br /><br />I feel it<br /><br />the soft<br /><br />surrender to entropy<br />so solemn your loyalty<br /><br />take rest inside of<br />my soulSkye Powershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01095561219515452463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17352405.post-83748811681070088662009-11-07T20:51:00.000-08:002009-11-07T21:01:16.318-08:00Oncethere is something<br />that few ever see<br /><br />but we never forget<br />those eyes<br /><br />a smile<br /><br />it emanates from <br />the hearts<br /><br />and wells up <br />from the soul<br /><br />a connection so divine<br />words<br />have no description <br />for this state of bliss<br /><br />all the world<br />the hills<br />the grass beside the road<br /><br />and the street <br />glows with the <br />new <br /><br />everything is beautiful<br /><br />i see it in the pictures<br />it plays on the lips of strangers<br /><br />and i admire the braveSkye Powershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01095561219515452463noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17352405.post-88165530605827349452009-10-26T07:50:00.000-07:002009-10-26T07:59:38.504-07:00Deep as the Seaits a strange thing<br />to chase enlightenment<br /><br />follow a dream<br /><br />and oh so accepted<br />this flight filled being<br /><br />how then<br />am i finding<br />these guts pushed <br />so low<br /><br />theres not a thing wrong<br /><br />why am i on the floor<br /><br />in the throws of my pity<br />he tosses me about<br /><br />i feel no more<br />mercy<br /><br />and dismiss all doubt<br /><br />I know there is love<br />but i'm to weak to say<br /><br />i've suffered my romance<br /><br />and still took this chance<br /><br />return all the favors<br /><br />these trinkets of gods<br /><br />that have marred all my living<br /><br />now<br />left too blind to see<br />I suffer<br />withdrawals<br /><br />that no drug gives reprieve<br />and ache from a pain<br />that no pill can relieve<br /><br />no priest<br />and no martyr<br /><br />just me<br />and my shadows<br /><br />they quietly company <br />where ever i go<br /><br />and as high as the skye<br />and as deep as the sea<br /><br />maybe <br />someday<br />someone<br />will learn to love<br />...Skye Powershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01095561219515452463noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17352405.post-8328273314579921692009-09-30T10:19:00.000-07:002009-09-30T10:21:08.557-07:00Lastred wine <br />and tootsie rolls<br />all the <br />decadence in the world<br />will never <br />make me as happy<br />as our last moments together<br />on the worst<br />day of my lifeSkye Powershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01095561219515452463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17352405.post-43984000082623443222009-06-05T09:41:00.002-07:002009-06-05T09:42:40.504-07:00The Snow<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">are we meant to be</span></span></span><div style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">as flowers</span></span></div><div style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">growing</span></span></div><div style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">constantly absorbing</span></span></div><div style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">the flow of spirit </span></span></div><div style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">and expessing life</span></span></div><div style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">and world</span></span></div><div style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">are we meant to die</span></span></div><div style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">like flowers</span></span></div><div style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">in the snow?</span></span></div></span>Skye Powershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01095561219515452463noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17352405.post-19818465628500377862009-05-03T21:42:00.000-07:002009-05-03T21:58:23.260-07:00two minutes til midnightwhat it must be like<br /><br />to live the lenthened hours<br /><br />like this<br /><br />where every breath<br /><br />is taken<br /><br />by a mention<br /><br />and all the daunting time<br /><br />locked away inside my mind<br /><br />a whisper<br /><br />a picture<br /><br />a talismen<br /><br />the timber in the voice<br /><br />of a soft spoken prayer<br /><br />late<br /><br />so late at night<br /><br />lighting a candle<br /><br />to mark moments so sacred<br /><br />and silent<br /><br />now<br /><br />i creep into their room<br /><br />and look upon the faces<br />of divine and i know<br /><br />whos life<br /><br />comes before mine<br /><br />who's dreams i will live<br />to see them through<br /><br />i've found god<br /><br />i've seen truth<br /><br />i've made promises<br /><br />and i've broken them<br /><br />i am not who i was yesterday<br /><br />two minutes ago<br /><br />and there's a comfort to be found<br />in clarity<br /><br />we all are divinity<br />hopelessly trapped in humanitySkye Powershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01095561219515452463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17352405.post-4480465742110116682009-01-17T18:59:00.000-08:002009-01-17T19:01:19.500-08:00Soft i dream of when i scale the misty mountain who will go to tibet india egypt i dream of temple walls so holy far from thoughts that trap me hold me where i can stand with all my trembling face to face and breathe in the freedom ah, sweet liberation i take my joy in anticipation friend of sacrifice body of stone heart of ice covered by smiles to be polite but your not blind and i understand that all these lies will melt with time and your just playing nice we laugh and we feel sadness drowing in each others madness or maybe its just mine my sweet divine you know your never wrong but hear my songs my words my prayer my escape, yes from sinking into soft despairSkye Powershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01095561219515452463noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17352405.post-9319780230796018042008-12-20T17:11:00.000-08:002008-12-20T18:25:17.565-08:00Airsee the blind<div>and be thankful</div><div><br /></div><div>for sight</div><div><br /></div><div>hear a sigh</div><div>and be thankful</div><div><br /></div><div>you can listen to sorrow</div><div><br /></div><div>see the dead</div><div>breathe and be thankful</div><div>for tomorrow</div><div><br /></div><div>cause you can only assume</div><div>from a moment</div><div>that the next will be waiting</div><div><br /></div><div>so see what is not</div><div>all around you</div><div><br /></div><div>but don't linger</div><div><br /></div><div>be thankful</div><div>for what is...</div><div>only you</div><div><br /></div><div>are there to hold on to</div><div>not sanity</div><div>a house</div><div>or a home</div><div><br /></div><div>a club</div><div>or a tomb</div><div><br /></div><div>listen</div><div>i am the sick sad</div><div>devotion</div><div><br /></div><div>dwindling</div><div>and distant</div><div>as a midnights prayer</div><div><br /></div><div>open your eyes</div><div>with hope and knowing</div><div>to find</div><div>only air</div><div><br /></div><div>I wanted it all</div><div>but my all wasn't fair</div><div><br /></div><div>all your hurting</div><div>my despair</div><div><br /></div><div>how can there be</div><div>happy there?</div><div><br /></div><div>with all our wanting</div><div>who can care</div><div><br /></div><div>and when we let go</div><div>i'll just disappear</div><div>...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Skye Powershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01095561219515452463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17352405.post-74759331190680675832008-12-08T19:19:00.000-08:002008-12-08T19:37:29.955-08:00Un nomJe ne sais jamais<div>si elle sera ok</div><div><br /></div><div>vivons-nous</div><div>dans une fantaisie</div><div><br /></div><div>ou le mal est bon</div><div>et les bonnes obtenir tous les</div><div><br /></div><div>la verite est tombee de la nuit</div><div>et nous ne prenons pas la chute</div><div><br /></div><div>qui ou quoi</div><div>est cette la douleur</div><div><br /></div><div>et a quel point</div><div>puis-je decider</div><div><br /></div><div>de donner a cette douleur</div><div>un nom</div><div><br /></div><div>et laisser la joie</div><div>commencer</div><div><br /></div><div>allons-nous gagner</div><div>une guerre contre le monde entier</div><div><br /></div><div>vous pouvez jouer le sauveur</div><div><br /></div><div>and I'll play the soul...</div>Skye Powershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01095561219515452463noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17352405.post-1908580275761982042008-11-25T17:59:00.000-08:002008-11-25T18:00:05.106-08:00allall i <div>ever wanted</div><div>was just to love </div><div>and be </div><div>loved</div><div>in return</div>Skye Powershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01095561219515452463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17352405.post-91115201062638162042008-11-22T20:53:00.000-08:002008-11-22T21:06:14.579-08:00Christhow can you be sad<div><br /></div><div>if there is no you</div><div><br /></div><div>no i</div><div><br /></div><div>leave the world to</div><div>its wile-less wondering</div><div><br /></div><div>i move</div><div><br /></div><div>but i do not</div><div><br /></div><div>i have found you</div><div><br /></div><div>my silent center</div><div><br /></div><div>and everything</div><div><br /></div><div>everyone</div><div><br /></div><div>all the flood will follow</div><div><br /></div><div>we don't know</div><div><br /></div><div>but we think we do</div><div><br /></div><div>follow me</div><div>i know the way</div><div><br /></div><div>i carry the light of a soul</div><div>untouched by anger</div><div><br /></div><div>unknown to sores on my bare</div><div>heels</div><div><br /></div><div>as i track the desert</div><div><br /></div><div>i feel you with me</div><div><br /></div><div>all of you</div><div>the ghosts of a world</div><div><br /></div><div>and i know what </div><div><br /></div><div>has to be done</div><div><br /></div><div>not for me </div><div><br /></div><div>for everyone</div><div><br /></div><div>the universal secret</div><div><br /></div><div>spoken</div><div><br /></div><div>11pm </div><div><br /></div><div>feel that</div><div><br /></div><div>gods eyes</div><div><br /></div><div>follow your devotion,</div><div><br /></div><div>bring the revolution</div><div><br /></div><div>i have the willing nation</div><div><br /></div><div>all your aithers</div><div>will wither</div><div><br /></div><div>under the thumb of </div><div>the unborn</div><div><br /></div><div>the point of all </div><div><br /></div><div>consciousness expands</div><div><br /></div><div>and we are destroyed </div><div><br /></div><div>to be brought together</div><div><br /></div><div>:)</div>Skye Powershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01095561219515452463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17352405.post-84217520617962904092008-11-22T15:19:00.000-08:002008-11-22T15:23:53.483-08:00I like Shakespeare :)<a href="http://www.bartleby.com/59/6/ettubrute.html">Et tu, Brute?</a>Skye Powershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01095561219515452463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17352405.post-62831545980256324562008-11-16T22:47:00.000-08:002008-11-16T23:02:35.698-08:00angel babyi look<div><br /></div><div>in her eyes</div><div><br /></div><div>does she know goodbye</div><div><br /></div><div>how could she possibly understand</div><div><br /></div><div>what its like to lose a man</div><div><br /></div><div>you will</div><div><br /></div><div>someday</div><div><br /></div><div>your flesh of mine</div><div><br /></div><div>fated to wreck it all</div><div><br /></div><div>with time</div><div><br /></div><div>but for now</div><div><br /></div><div>allow</div><div><br /></div><div>your cherubs face</div><div>to smile</div><div><br /></div><div>and show what little grace</div><div>a woman of our name</div><div><br /></div><div>has to bear</div><div><br /></div><div>there are no flowers </div><div>tucked in curls</div><div><br /></div><div>here little girl</div><div><br /></div><div>you reflect your mothers</div><div>tears</div><div><br /></div><div> its my greatest fear</div><div><br /></div><div>you understand</div><div><br /></div><div>that you knew</div><div><br /></div><div>as you grew inside</div><div><br /></div><div>the faults that you came into</div><div><br /></div><div> and when you ask</div><div><br /></div><div>were did daddy go</div><div><br /></div><div>i'll tell the truth</div><div><br /></div><div> i don't know</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>it's my mistake that no one wants us, but its not for all my wanting. To bring a face so smiling as to claim with meaning. This is what i want, you are my life, my family, my children, my wife. Its wrong that with all my questioning a being so known for wondering could ever make it right. Please forgive me all the hard life. God I'm sorry guys.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> i guess sometimes one just shouldn't write...</div>Skye Powershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01095561219515452463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17352405.post-47320906406003290002008-11-13T21:06:00.001-08:002008-11-13T21:18:17.673-08:00Missingi miss<div><br /></div><div>someone to hold</div><div><br /></div><div>to tell me it will be ok</div><div><br /></div><div>and make the world go away</div><div><br /></div><div>to give me love </div><div><br /></div><div>without end</div><div><br /></div><div>my sweet friend</div><div><br /></div><div>and a heart</div><div><br /></div><div>so full of kindness</div><div><br /></div><div>it bleeds for the world</div><div><br /></div><div>and just being close</div><div><br /></div><div>to feel</div><div><br /></div><div>to hear</div><div><br /></div><div>to know</div><div><br /></div><div>the softness of truth</div><div><br /></div><div>for I</div><div><br /></div><div>am not a hard creature</div><div><br /></div><div>I</div><div><br /></div><div>am not one to be condemned</div><div><br /></div><div>I should not be judged </div><div><br /></div><div>or directed</div><div><br /></div><div>like water</div><div><br /></div><div>please flow</div><div><br /></div><div>deep</div><div><br /></div><div>so deep</div><div><br /></div><div>and unaffected by the rocky bottom</div><div><br /></div><div>we are</div><div><br /></div><div>only shallow water trips</div><div><br /></div><div>i am never stagnant</div><div><br /></div><div>because i am not my mind</div><div><br /></div><div>or yours</div><div><br /></div><div>i never can be</div><div><br /></div><div>nor can you stay trapped</div><div><br /></div><div>to flow is natural</div><div><br /></div><div>to hold is divine</div><div><br /></div><div>to feel is truth.</div>Skye Powershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01095561219515452463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17352405.post-1502526950596688562008-11-09T08:53:00.000-08:002008-11-09T09:48:24.179-08:00backi remember<br /><br />ties of peace<br /><br />friends at ease<br /><br />and now there's only war<br /><br />disloyal to ourselves<br /><br />keeping hearts that hide<br /><br />fear of freedom to confide<br /><br />serious smiles<br /><br />so full of sadness<br /><br />at the missing element<br /><br />that once made us human<br /><br />that once made us friends<br /><br />we can never be in sunlight together again<br /><br />driven apart by bodies<br /><br />these souls on a journey<br /><br />can the child's peace ever<br /><br />reflect on our faces<br /><br />will the path ever find us together<br /><br />while running from choicesSkye Powershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01095561219515452463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17352405.post-71263263713659871742008-10-31T11:11:00.000-07:002008-10-31T11:29:27.841-07:00onlylook<br />i know the every move<br /><br />i've seen the contemplation<br /><br />on a heart<br /><br />heavy as the<br /><br />winter snow on mountains<br /><br />all around the land<br /><br />of earth and fire<br /><br />6 feet over<br /><br />lyin<br /><br />taking sides<br /><br />under the false promise<br />of paradise<br /><br />surrounded by anger<br /><br />the source of change<br /><br />there are no maps<br /><br />in the mind we tread<br /><br />but all<br /><br />every<br /><br />single<br /><br />second<br /><br />the sparks create<br /><br />manifest a state<br /><br />of life or desperation<br /><br />is there a peaceful resolution<br /><br />between children and toys<br /><br />man and boys<br /><br />woman and lies<br /><br />what are relationships<br /><br />besides ties that bind<br /><br />keep us from the light<br /><br />all we need is to realize<br /><br />all this time<br /><br />is only ours<br /><br />all our problems<br /><br />only ours<br /><br />because we can't bare to be alone<br /><br />with ourselves<br /><br />i will learn<br /><br />i am the resolution of me<br /><br />i am the center of being<br /><br />and so are you<br /><br />understand there is no <br />separation from you and god<br /><br />from kindness and fraud<br /><br />i am my heart<br /><br />open to hurt<br /><br />left to damage <br /><br />and blind in courage<br /><br />not a thing<br /><br />but a feeling<br /><br />i and my mind<br /><br />my organs, my skin<br /><br />both outside and in<br /><br />are living to live<br /><br />and so are yours<br /><br />i am love<br /><br />lover and beloved<br /><br />to me<br /><br />all the world is my<br /><br />hopeless hearts obsession<br /><br />and i will give only joy that<br />returns from the universe<br /><br />i feel and release the pain<br /><br />i am not my reality<br /><br />but i get lost in it's consciousness.<br /><br />sweet words<br /><br />only give titles<br /><br />to the infinite<br /><br />i vow to never capture<br /><br />i vow to liberate<br /><br />i vow to penetrate<br /><br />i vow to attain<br /><br />give life to the dead<br /><br />and break those chains<br /><br />with or without<br /><br />no doubt<br /><br />anger comes when someone<br />does it better<br /><br />so don't compare<br /><br />or you'll never escape<br /><br />self induced hellSkye Powershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01095561219515452463noreply@blogger.com0