

The Day I Met DeathDid I ever tell you about the day I met death?The Day I Met Death
no, I suppose I wouldn't have, its not really all that exciting actually
It started before I moved here, I use to live in this house out in the country, in the hills just shy of the mountain, the view was to die for.
Now I took walks around the property with good frequency, the air always smelled clean because it came down from the mountain, not up from the city.
one day I found myself walking about the field just out of eye-shot of my house, it was a hard time for me, so the walks helped clear my head
as I sat down in the wavering
| I'm 5'10" with dark hair and brown eyes, and if that doesn't describe half the west coast I'll make it even more vague, I'm of hispanic descent. I enjoy poetry that has rhythm more than rhyme, I like horror movies but only ones with good stories and really good villains, after all, a horror isn't about the good guys, the star of the show is the bad guy. I like sushi and Pad Thai, and I really like nacho's. I listen to every spectrum of music available from bluesman Robert Johnson to Mazzy Star to Rammstein and Rob Zombie. |
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-Snowdrops and Moonflowers.
♫Happy∙Melody♫
Shutter-Box Stutter
I can see it, I feel it
Rising up and out it
Feels like a stutter, a little black
Shutter, it opens and closes
It captures the motions like roses frozen
In bloom forever, it never opens or closes
Always locked in its poses
But still we see it and hear it our memories
Are halted in motion a frozen bustle
And hustle of immobile commotion
Like dance steps that stutter to the mutter of
Music, and angels caught in twixt a ringing
Of bells that are singing and never quite
Reaching the ears of divinity
Stretching and catching in infinity
And this angel whose caught
In the Shutter Box stutter
Is slowly but utterly
Consuming mortality
Cursing natures causality
That in all probability
It had to be him who was clipped
Stuck in this pit he
Cant reach the sky with the tips
Of his fingers he slips
Now on earth he is bound
Walking a mortal life round
The world listening for the sound
Of bells to welcome him home
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