tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52925371428904051602012-02-16T08:36:28.863-08:00eternal1976http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912161639727965365noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537142890405160.post-10174988608474016992007-12-22T07:29:00.000-08:002007-12-22T07:33:20.791-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XNAL3d_P09s/R20uN_vBlwI/AAAAAAAAACE/ZXrSCs77cAI/s1600-h/06-07-2004+03_25_16AM_inverted.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XNAL3d_P09s/R20uN_vBlwI/AAAAAAAAACE/ZXrSCs77cAI/s200/06-07-2004+03_25_16AM_inverted.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146820767136192258" /></a><br /><br />Pray as I crumble-<br />Fallen on broken knees-<br />Down to the dust-<br />Singing the songs of dead trees-<br />As decay lies with rust-<br />Seeds are sown from fire flies-<br />I thirst to be humble-<br />Away from the doom of lies-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537142890405160-1017498860847401699?l=eternalpoerty.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>eternal1976http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912161639727965365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537142890405160.post-60692537463333092312007-12-21T18:50:00.001-08:002007-12-21T18:51:11.505-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XNAL3d_P09s/R2x7mvvBlsI/AAAAAAAAABk/iuHJO7uS39I/s1600-h/spiraling+down.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XNAL3d_P09s/R2x7mvvBlsI/AAAAAAAAABk/iuHJO7uS39I/s200/spiraling+down.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146624379756582594" /></a><br /><br /><br />When I take my shower-<br />It reminds me of your warmness-<br />Melting and molding to the network of my skin-<br />Waters that morph my thoughts into yours-<br />Your voice echoes in the hum of facets and in rivers of pipes-<br /><br />But you are far away, yet right here-<br />I don't know where, but I sense you in the excitement and the<br />pleasures of scolding steam-<br />and in the tingling bite of the sudden chilliness in surrounding air-<br />I turned to glance and no one was there to hold me- <br />but only vapors of my emotions clouding me over-<br /><br />The shower ends with the vision dies cold-<br />Then returns in cracks and crevices of dreams-<br />When I shower again, I will your phantom always-<br />Haunting me forever.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537142890405160-6069253746333309231?l=eternalpoerty.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>eternal1976http://www.blogger.com/profile/04912161639727965365noreply@blogger.com0