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September 08, 2008These are pictures Nexopia has moved into the gallery when we updated our picture system.
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Meet the buddha, kill the buddha.
AIMON?
Ask me.
There are times I am the ocean, others I am the sand. Some times... depthless and unfathomable, my only queen the glittering moon. Others... pushed and pulled, laid down to rest only until the queen brings the black sheet back to cover me. The sand clings to that darkness and the shapes it sees within, its porous body weakly clutching at the moon's blood until her tide soothes it away. It never holds... in time the beach erodes, and with it all the wants and desires buried there. For a time I am the ocean again.
For a time... until the sands form new beaches, and I grasp again at the shapes formed in the deep. Bring back the tide...
For a time... until the sands form new beaches, and I grasp again at the shapes formed in the deep. Bring back the tide...
Gaze into my eyes and see all the seasons
Striking my heart; wordless winds haunted
By ferocious fire, inching ice swallowed by
A flower`s smile. Gaze, gaze away;
There`s nothing else to say anyway.
Going there to disappear, what brought me here
Running from their spears in a cage contest
Clowns trying to see who can hurt the best
I can go on about fear but here`s where I digress
Back to that cracked and weathered rock, a giant
Smothering my future from tip to sole, still defiant
Brandishing the suture, forgetting to forget the goal
Still every step up her ancient face is out of the hole
Her price was hefty, what she takes can`t be returned
Nothing from the shelf, worthless what`s unearned
And so I lost myself, not a single mask unturned
Sweat from my fingertips showering and falling red
Drawn towards her center, on my fictions she fed
Satisfied only as I relinquished to her steep hills
My desire to return to the cage, to swim in my rage
The story belongs to her, pages seeped into her spine
The book I made, the price I paid for crossing the line
From Hell to Earth, Kutoyama`s ancient soil gave birth
To eyes seeing a new world, witness to the collapse of mine
BASICS
| Height: | 164 cm - 168 cm (5'5" - 5'6") |
| Weight: | 74 Kg - 77 Kg (161 lbs - 170 lbs) |
| Birthday: | January 10, 1987 |
| Sexual Orientation: | Heterosexual |
| Dating: | Single |
| Living Situation: | Living with roommate(s) |
| Location: | Nanaimo, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada |
| Join Date: | 01:39pm | Aug 21, '08 |
| Profile Updated: | 12:31am | Dec 17, '09 |
| Last Active: | 12:19am | Jul 11, '10 |
INTERESTS
| Reading Material: | Fiction, Fantasy, Humor, Myths and Legends, Poetry, Sci-fi |
| Movies: | Comedy, Documentaries, Drama, Independent, Musicals, Psychological Thrillers, Science Fiction, Silent |
| Art: | Journal Writing, Photography, Singing, Song Writing, Writing |
| Animals/Pets: | Cats, Farm Animals, Horses, Rabbits |
| Cars: | Motorbikes |
| Music: | Alternative, Blues, Classic Rock, Folk, Funk, Jazz, Metal, Progressive, Reggae, Acoustic |
| Sports: | Basketball, Bicycling, Body Building, Hiking, Ice-skating, Lacrosse, Paintball, Swimming, Yoga |
| Activities: | Current Affairs, Listening to music, Reading, Traveling, Volunteering, Flailing |
| Musical Instruments: | Acoustic guitar, Electric Guitar, Flute, Harmonica |
| Outdoor: | Camping, Gardening, Going to the beach, Hiking, Backpacking, Paddling, Exploring, Orienteering, Traveling |
| Computers: | E-mail, Instant Messaging |
LATEST BLOG ENTRY
08:40pm | Dec 04, '08 | No Comments
I don't know if I'll miss you or not, but you're gone and you're not coming back any time soon. So I'll raise a cup of tea to your memory, and move on in a lighter step, no longer blinded by your image falling in front of my eyes. In front of the mirror I stand and stare, a farewell on my lips, goodbye hair. 