Current Residence: Ohio
Favourite style of art: Music
Personal Quote: Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare Hare Rama Hare Rama Rama Rama Hare Hare
NightFour sworn the meadow corn rises towards the sunNight by maniackillerman
east to west with little rest & walking till it's done
upon this sphere never so near to gain what I desire
Walk all the day to find my way to be greated by the fire
A tribe of one or all for none must realise I am higher
above the ground and through the sound the soul on funeral pyre
will watch this earth begin its birth into the age of water
As life accends to begin again a mother begots a daughter
into the sound and placed a crown to bring the age to light
throws off the glow of heaven slow and destroys what was the night
A word from the pasthello again my friend it's been awhile ...yes..A word from the past by maniackillerman
all the talk we've said and all the passing guests..
all the parties played and all the games gone..
all the nights of smiles and all the days long..
if i could say one thing now i wouldn't say a word..
just knowing that you're here makes all of them absurd..
and as my time grows shorter ill ask you just one thing
live life to the fullest and never forget your dreams
your mind may be unwanted and all your feelings lost
but ill tell you this my friend our love is of no cost
for angels in the heavens and demons at your feet
know that this is as a heart to its beat
Sea of SorrowAnother sleepless night in the casement of my homeSea of Sorrow by maniackillerman
wingless crash of light spilling from the still unknown
falling ever faster towards a bottom you can't see
darkness encompasing all of which you thought was memory
but thought is just a plan to tell you where to be
and feelings are a place to hold you ever to your knees
singing songs of praises to your idol and your king
praying for salvation from a demon in your dreams
hate consumes your spirit till your shaking like a tree
blowing in the autumn wind waiting for the freeze
and when the winter comes it will burn like heated stone
scarring every nerve that with pleasure made you moan
and pleasure you shall have when the bodies sink alone
drifting in the pool..and rotting to the bone
Poem Of Why By DesireeLife.Death.Why?Poem Of Why By Desiree by DesireeFonseca
Why do I like the way the trees reflect in the dark pond?
Why do I like the way the grass sways at dawn?
Why do I like the smell of rain in the woods?
Or how the mud rose when I stood?
Why do I like music? Or art?
Dance? Or the dark?
Why do I like the idea of angels being true?
Or fog to block my veiw?
Why do I like the idea of life, but not the idea of living?
Why does the color of red intrigue me, but not the idea of bleeding?
Life is not a story written for us, but the story we choose to tell
Death is not a sign of goodbye, untill you say your farewell.