I placed the needle on
My finger print.
It played my favorite song.
By: Sean O'Mara
The Meeting Place~The Meeting Place~The Meeting Place by Azrael3D
I am the age now of my father
as I first remember him.
His face is on me
and I hold the same position.
That music is his
and wave of hair not mine
I am caught in a cyclical time.
That shamrock breath
and hands to skip rocks
those pained eyes
that never forgot.
and stubbled chin
a posture that won't let people in.
I am him.
As I remember,
quick breath upon an ember.
The jumping flame
and rolling bark
a freewill craving
an exclaimed spark.
And I am now,
the same age as he
when once he used to hold me.
My smile wide
as his used to be
there is no separation between him and me.
Whose hands are these
the blood I bleed
the eyes that see
those thoughts I lead.
What more is mine,
what can't he claim
as I see my face
the exact same.
The Weight~The Weight~The Weight by Azrael3D
That weight that weighs upon her
that image of the grade 12 brush cut boy
who swooned girls with no words at all.
but that weight which won women wavered his trust in love
that weight; a great debate in his mind of who really did love the likes of his kind
that boy who saw and thought song
whenever he saw a wrong and took it on
that boy who knew that the real world was love and that vision is not all it's comprised of.
That boy knew a love
so hot it burned and turned like a whale in a sling
and with no water to swim that whale how could that whale sing?
A master of guilt and a keeper of time
he knew just when his opponent's mind
stopped thinking of him or just of itself
and stopped his joy to consider all else.
He has seen that love and felt its heat,
but did it all with ashen feet
as his love burnt in
and charred his flesh
until there was nothing but soot left
and that black continued to blow along
and blackened the life of a blue eyed blonde
and they lived free in anothe
Ever Gone~Ever Gone~Ever Gone by Azrael3D
Drinking down dark red oblivion
to get that hot feeling back
to dizzy himself to forgetting that there is no going back
Those cards have faces which reappear
and those faces cannot be trusted
with each passing year those stained teeth are locks hopelessly rusted.
If a chain is only as strong as that link that's been broken
and if a relationship can be annulled by a feeling that's been spoken
then love has clearly not been awoken
and will need a louder bell
because love is a beast that raucously
feasts on a heaven greater than hell.
Love doesn't let a day fade away
nor long to be free day after day
nor wish of a life any other way
or beg to be taken seriously.
The world is vast and can be trekked alone
and a kingdom can be ruled with just one throne
and life can be better left to one who
knows how to love and when to run.
Those times we had were memories bought
and will not be soon forgot
but this time in love
we must move on
nothing felt is ever gone.
Current Residence: In the clouds...
Favourite genre of music: I only like it if I like it
Favourite photographer: Pat Lyver
Favourite style of art: anything that moves..or moves me.
Operating System: PC
MP3 player of choice: No need boss, no need.
Shell of choice: **Insert Seashell joke here**
Wallpaper of choice: I prefer paint.
Skin of choice: Anywhere from lilly white to jet black
Favourite cartoon character:
Personal Quote: Loose ends tend to frey.