crowley was tragic
faith replaced by magick and
I've seen what it does
reducing life to a
black hole, a dead center
denying the Lord
for the Self, we aren't
one in that case, but this
is the life of Hell
by bs
when fashion replaced
faith, certain symbols were cool
and life got shallower
by bs
it becomes a prison
not a rock against the rains
but alcatraz
by bs
they rebel to get
out of parent's strict faith which
is not faith, but works
by bs
look, I know crowley
died fat and addicted for
he's a warning, he
was a son in strict
rebellion against dad's faith
thanks a lot for not
understanding again
I appreciate the usual
I get it here a lot...
by bs
One more dance, i'm lost
My heart is hers. I'm in love
All consuming love
by Tisme
We're in unison
Like making love without the sex
We move as if one
by Tisme
I lead she follows
We move to tango music
Lost in the dancing
by Tisme
Her face close to mine
Her warm cheek on mine
Her arms around me
by Tisme
She moves towards me
I take her into my arms
She fits like a glove
by Tisme
The curve of her back
Smooth soft warm smell of woman
An invite for love
by Tisme
it learned a new trick
bringing in leash and collars
make humans walk out
by vince
I absorb the way
life looks through your artist's eyes
when I am near you.
by snail
Eyes as wide as moons
reflect the light they take in
until they can glow.
by snail
My senses explode
whenever he is around.
Such intensity!
by snail
wishing you would hurt
just a little in return
is how i waste time
by vince
Here you are bs
The museum of witchcraft
Go enjoy yourself
by http://gothisplace.com/View/3o3j_cdKTkG_hMBcxL3uSAS3Gj
You must visit to
Boscastle Cornwall
Info on Crowley
Recordings of him
There's most of his
working tools
He died a madman
by I knew BS was into bad stuff
It means that I am
withdrawn and easily crushed,
but adaptable.
by snail explains her name.
well if snail means you
know, taking your time, well that
patience thing, works welll
by bs
some say the self is
the will...crowley was the beast
666, but eh....
by bs
Do you go by "Lush"
because of the music group?
Do you like their songs?
by snail of click my link if you like Lush.
smiles in framed photos
preserve moments; most of which
never existed
by vince
beauty in few words
images drawn from pixels
sight out of nothing
by vince of likewise, snail (wonder snail?)
What kind of super
heroine would I be if
I could change my name?
by snail
migrane chick sounds
like a superheroine
name, maybe brainstormed?
by bs
Zombies don't despair
They only wander around
bugs nesting in hair
by Migraine Chick of michigan
Vince, I like your style.
Sometimes you write things that give
me happy goosebumps.
by snail
humming made up songs
infant nestled in her arms
wanting nothing else
by vince of happy birthday ma
I am glad that I had
a chance to live and see God's
lovely creation.
by snail
the mind wants to die
while the body sputters on
who made this machine?
by sf
We walked along cliffs
overlooking the ocean
with birds beneath us.
by snail
Romance exists in
comedies and in our heads.
Rarely is it real.
by snail the dreamer
scratches head, but like me
we all come back to that
which is familiar
by bs
to sound hallmark card-
ish and using lots of words
that end in -tion...shun
by bs
to be all consumed
by love and the downfall of
subconcious dreamers
by bs
when people get used
to something, it doesn't hit
hard so much, ne-more
by bs
I woke up to thoughts
of his body pressing so
gently against mine.
by snail
my cousin tells lies
you look the same now as then
twenty years past
by mellie
some things never change
and that can be a good thing
or it can be bad
by ash
digits flit, encrypt
easily deciphered shit
surface inhibits
by Lush
donut glaze encased
i flee sucrose yet submit
and lie, comatose
by Lush
my robe slips aside
exposing to fall, mine hide
nude upon the tile
by Lush
bloody cursor looms
blood alcohol content croons
sing the flash acid
by Lush
I would throw myself
at you if I knew for sure
that you would catch me.
by snail
He hugged me and I
felt my heart bursting with the
unbearable joy.
by snail in real life!
Eccentricity
allows artists more freedom.
I will dress strangely.
by snail
Returning once more
To advance myself further
Get it right this time
by A Student of Again
I know it's the end.
Dying doesn't scare me, but
dying alone does.
by snail acknowledges the warning
Warm night at Knotts Haunt
Two beautiful scared women
hold tightly to me
by Technokoi of Venice Beach
