it is what it is.

It is what it is and it ain't what it ain't...we're all sinners and their ain't any saints and there's really no such thing as being in control...we're all different but we're all the same...there's really no reason to play any games...especially when there ain't no dice to roll.

Holy Words

Holy words left unspoken whispered on the wind

echoed by the raindrops
Listen...
Syncopated rythems
My heart beats in time.
Entangled bodies...
minds
souls
ONE.
body...mind...soul...
An ocean of raindrops and a river of tears
drops of joy and pain
wash away my fears.
Fallen angels from heaven water the lilies and ascend to the sky
summoned by the sun
carrying out their sacred duty
EVAPORATION.
Life...Death...Beginning...End.
When the Sun rises I will ascend into the sky.

somewhere in between.

somewhere in between defiance and surrender...somewhere in between the darkness and the light...you feel it in the witching coldest hour...before the sun-rise burns away the night.