I look upon your hands
and I utter a profound truth
"these hands don't lie",
it's not only you who can't
explain the truth.
|I bide my time and wait for another sun to rise, a sun behind and beyond me, a sun that sets in the east, but at least in a funny location, I wait for my Californication.|
A potent brewBooms of thunder crashingA potent brew by Aborro
louder than life
Flashes of lightning dashing
across the sky
A storm heralds the rain falling
like a flood
Now this is finally it, a
summer I know.
Stillness in MotionLooking out the windowStillness in Motion by Aborro
The world passes by
Looking through the glass
I catch my reflections glance
And inside my eyes
The world is passing by too.
Becoming.When lacking becomes missingBecoming. by Aborro
When waiting becomes longing
I know that I'm in love.
|These are new... they come and go, stay awhile, move on and never leave our minds.|
|I appreciate good poetry and I appreciate a sexy body, I appreciate clear, abstract, playful, elegant, amazing and awesome digital art and fine pencil lines, because really, isn't that why we're here?|
The woodThe wood
“there is something in this wood”, he told me.
“something full of baby magic.”
Back then, I didn’t believe him really
for who’d have thought this wood would have it?
That this wood would have evergreen
everlasting baby magic?
Back then, I was a small child you see,
The exact age, I can’t remember,
and in those fields of ripe, lush evergreen
I’d spend my long Septembers,
Wondering if anyone could see
the summer’s dying embers.
It was back when Innocence was free
that I met fairies, and fawns,
when none could sever me from dreams,
that I believed in nymphs of dawn
that came in the morning to streak the sky
With the gold rays they would draw.
the stag would come and play with me, and let
me ride his back, Oh, how I’d smile
back then, back then, how could I forget?
the way he’d lead me for a while
through the enchanted forest
of which I am now exiled.
Oh elves, I really wish you’d come to me
again, like when I
Attention Whoring, Emo, Poet, Intellectual, Radical Atheist, Liberal Socialist, Longing, Wishing and Missing and maybe a little Shy, but once you get to know me... I like to imagine I can be quite fun.|
Ask me anything, and I'll tell you why, what, when or where; the answers are there for you to claim, so be careful what you ask, if you don't wanna know, don't question, for I'm honest to a fault.