http://www.soulfularogya.com - A Just-Finishing Candle by Jalaluddin Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks, The Essential Rumi
http://everydayaverageartist.blogspot.com - Alright have no fear! As many have already noticed, I have been lacking on the posts for the past few months but have no worry! You can easily say that I am taking a late summer break. I have been transitioning from new jobs, medications and my life is starting to tone down again to where it was before. With that said I now have a planned line up for this next so quoted 'Season' as you may. Both 'The Child' and 'Listening For That Sweet Tune' have ended their first acts and I have already been writing the next ones but I wanted to get a few more stories out there. '--Somnia' Will be taking place in the near present future of the world creating a dystopian society and a breaking out of social normalities. 'It Happened On A Tuesday' takes place in the mind of a patient in a mental
http://everydayaverageartist.blogspot.com - So is this where I stand?Flicking mutters in the wind.With no place up to go save myself.I think my nerves rather thin.So is that where you go?Somewhere else where no one knows.Striking that same old poseto go and to save just yourself.I’m growing tired of this joke.Am I always second in line?Well that’s where I am now.A vacant building torn and abandoned.Crumbling under my feet.You drink like an ocean,you’re as shallow as the beach.You need to talk to go and save yourself,but the waters at your knees.So I left you like a disease,but you still think we're fine.You're to caught up in your mind to go save yourself.I jumped right out of sight.So where do you stand?Not here because its cracked.I left to go and find my mistakes,but you are unraveling without the string.Where am I now
http://everydayaverageartist.blogspot.com - Here are some photos I took from not to long ago. Enjoy.Remember me
http://everydayaverageartist.blogspot.com - I am black cold heart, its been waiting for love.You, been waiting for love.You, are liars entrust.I am black cold heart, its been waiting for love.You, been waiting for love.You, are liars entrust. This is what it's come to be.For the whole world to see.I tell you to take these wordsHold them to your chest.Then think you'll never ever,wish that you were dead.I never thought that this was present. I can't help but to feel like a peasant. Now these blood soaked hands,makes me a man.Though it’s something, that I never want to be.It's just some sacrifice,cutting out angels eyes.Though I never ever wanted this to be.Though I never ever wanted this....I am black cold heart, its been waiting for love.You, been waiting for love.You, are liars entrust.I am
http://everydayaverageartist.blogspot.com - I live in the midst of strangers,crawling down my throat.My life's so abstract sometimes,I beg to choke.Reflections in the mirrors, are as fake as glass.I like to watch they shatter,as I pass,to watch,the lines,between us.I sing,the songs,of birds.A sewn, up heart, laced with, all your piercings.To fill our holesoh god.Violence and poetry.Am I, as sharp as a knife,digging through, your spine?I just walk it off, sometimes.Running fromthe angels. Am I, late enough?Well no one, was watching.She fills herself with drugs,all I do, is watch her.Am I, in love with a whore?I need your serpent blood,so please, slit my tongue.I sing,the songs,of birds.A sewn up heart, laced with, all your piercings.