Wednesday, December 22, 2004

Thanks to my Sis and Bro for bringing this little bit of info to my attention. I think everyone needs to see it ... PENTAGON STRIKE

Tuesday, December 21, 2004

Sunset on Sanity

Voices... Like an endless wind
blowing through the mind.
Tearing apart what was once whole,
leaving behind wreckage.
Disorganized thought... Bits and pieces

Nothing more...Broken, disarranged.
Like a thousand shards of glass
from shattered windows.


Cloaked in shadows,
moving like a myst.

Lost between worlds.

What is reality, what is dream.
Is any of this more then delusion

self-deception..Untruth?

What causes such malfunction
misfire...Disorder?


Bound together.

Twisted and warped.

A train wreck within the mind.

Indifference ...Passion... Antipathy
Hatred...Rage...Furor.

Impossible to make sense of it anymore.
Fading...The endless ticking of time.
Minute by minute..Hour by hour.

As the sun sets on his sanity.