Wednesday, 30 March 2011

The Silver Moons

No silence is Perfect...
Among the silver moons.
the ground is just dust, its softer than sand,
I am slowly sinking.
The vision is clear, but too far away
its simply magnified its false to the touch.
There are no walls, no windows, no doors.
The silence is loud now, the darkness is bright
my soldiers are waiting to conquer the moons
So precious, so perfect
Completely unstable.
posing eternal, they’ll crumble. Go out.
the silver sunset will melt and darkness will rule.
the Vison is lost.
The silence is Perfect

Friday, 18 March 2011


“sometimes a cigar is just a cigar”
-- Sigmund Freud