JakeInTheBox

Augmented Vision through Star speckled lenses show Truth. Understand the Harmony of twisted creation on Plane backgrounds. Realized beauty of Abomination. Listen to the truths of vision augmented, twisted by Liquid stars falling to Speckle lenses.

When I was young and it seemed the sun would not rise on us, I would rest my head into the earth's embrace. I kept still, embeded into the earth, by my ancestors. When I was young and the moon did not shine and the stars did not twinkle, i found refuge from the consuming darkness in the ground cold embrace I held back, to stay with solid in the veil of nothingness. Now I am older, and it seems the moon does not shine, the stars will not twinkle, the sun will not rise. I will, once again, find refuge in my mother embrace. Held tight, closer to my ancestors. I will free myself this darkened night, when no light wi

Three days passed before they found the body. It had just started to gain the smell of the decay looming about it. It seemed, to all extents, a usual death. A women, late 50's early 60's, a twisted show of pain on her face, hand gripped at chest. Heart attack probably. A more peaceful look was on her face, well, more peaceful compared to the face she wore while she was dieing. She was on her kitchen floor, probably trying to reach the phone.    Damn shut ins, always sit a while before anyone finds their bodies. Lucky for me, and anyone who had to walk into this room, it was near the first of the month when it happened. If the money grubbing

Before we all lay down to sleep, I pray the god's, your souls they'll keep. For you shall die before you wake. And it is I, your lifes shall take.

Trapper in unhallowed halls, sanctified by poisons of all colors of the rainbow. Begging,hoping, praying for time to pass blind to me. Wishing for those close to walk in and help mend my breaking mind. From sun up to moon up I watch the sky for signs of my release. From one moons wax to the new moons wane. That is the sentance I endure for forgetting to report.

well, im easily influenced by music. so this just hit me and spewed out when i was listening to it. anyway

Thoughts of those from long ago. Memories of faded pasts. Ideals of the ones before us. Such things are etched into the earth. Within the trees,   standing tall ingreatness, with hands of leaves reachedto the sky. Within them lye the thoughts of those from long ago, memories of faded pasts, and ideals of the ones before us.

I write this, petrified in silence. Shrouded in the darkness of my room, and enchanted by the cascade of light over me. My senses dulled as i start to feel my heart beating. It seems that all thigs start to move along with this beat. As I sit, held in shadows with a glaze of covering light. As I am stuck in petrified silence.

From the mountains and down to the sea. There is a song for you and me. A sweet lulliby th set us both free. The song from the valley for just you and me. The dawn on the trees, a prelude does seem to cover the glistening grass. As creatures awake and stirr from their rest to seek out what is their's for their sake. And just as the morn, is the day we first met. With fresh interest and thought to persue. Just as the morning's prelude. The minuet's highs just as middays araise as the tides push and pull at our feet. The things we first felt have noe reached loves blossom. And we Stare out to sea with the tide and t

The trumpets blaring battle cry has yet to make their blast. As the men, in silent lines, hold onto their guns steadfast. Both sides facing one another, praying to return to homes and mothers. Side versus side, brother against brother. As yells from the backrounds echo "Why must we all kill eachother?" The idea for peace to little to late, the damage is done. For soon it starts and the war will be won. The last seconds ticked down until the battle horns blew. All the men screamed and charged, for they all well knew, that their side was right. And this was all that was left to do.