When I was young
It seemed that life was so wonderful
A miracle
Oh it was beautiful.

In this entry i'm going to try and prove that god does not exist by using the metaphor "An invisible unicorn" Well here goes nothing...

What comes to mind when i say unicorn? do you think of a magical creature that appears in folk lore and tales across the world well if you do your are right. now what comes to mind when i mention god? Once again a magical creature/Super natural being that makes appearances throughout history. But do these make them real? i think not what if i told you that unicorns were real but only invisible? would you believe me? i don't think you would but i could show you pictures and the stories of old. Now what if i told you that god was real? a person of the same magic and grace just like the unicorn and also makes appearances in stories and books only...Once again invisible? now let me ask you what is the difference? let me tell you there is none. As i am writing this i can only come to one conclusion...Faith a blind faith. Now what if i got one thousand people to believe that unicorns do exist and are in fact invisible? would all these people believing that unicorns exist really make them real? Once again i fear...not...Now on blow that up on a larger scale and replace the animal with a person. Do all these people believing that God is really real make it true? That's for you the reader to figure out.

I shall add more later right now i'm sleepy ...

Super nintendo rocks my world!

Been a long time since i updated i've just been chillen with my good friends lana,crystal, and dan! Not really doing much of anything. When i'm with those guys it feels like the world is in order and everything is it at peace...Its nice having people i can mellow out with =)Other then that nothing really much has happend...I lead an exitiing life lol

Just imagine if you knew you where going to do something important with you life...something amazing...Maybe the most important thing that anyone has ever done...but there's a catch...something terrible has to happen.

Acid...

it's funny how we used to laugh at loud
and how easily we've forgotten who we were.
when the good die young, there was nothing i could do
until that day two desperate hearts were forced to face their fears.

there is no fate but what we make for ourselves
and this day was ours.

so i grabbed her by the hand, looked deep into the eyes and said we're gonna go away for a while
and we never looked back, we knew we had to take this chance, and we ran into the end of the world.

it's funny how we used to laugh out loud
between the headlines and the news reports, no one will ever understand
why we had to sacrifice our dreams just to save us both.

so we stand at the edge of our existance's end and watch the world come crumbling down.
and if we stick together, we'll be forever together and all will be right in this town.

I wish your body was a blank canvas so i can paint the perfect picture of you...I would make your eyes sparkle like a million stars...You lips would be soft as a cloud yet have the utmost power to knock me off my feet...I would paint the perfect picture of you. I would light the fire inside your soul a fiery red it shall be...Angels would sing your name from the heavens while satan whispers it in my ear...


I would write more but i'm lazy and running out of ideas...Late night...nothing to do....this is it lol.


Enjoy.

Drugs.

"Tiny Voices"

the brown and orange sky holds its breath
as the sun retreats to the distant horizon,
and our hearts palpitate anxiously as we soon will lay supine,
and wait for sleep to overcome us

and from somewhere in our black,
subconscious minds when we're asleep,
comes a haunting swelling mass of voices,
resonating, its screams of forgotten victims and the cries of innocence,
and the desperate plea for recognition and recompense

tiny voices, echoes of our heritage,
our long and sallow faces turn the other way,
tiny voices, harbored deep within
as we outwardly deny that they have something to say,
and if we don't confront them they will never go away

the billions of tiny pinhole embers fade into a morning sky
filled with poignant morose wonder,
waking a bear a cosmetic peace that verifies the turmoil
which we carry deep inside