tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79597465172491905502023-11-15T11:14:50.539-08:00AxisOpposite The Satellitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16738260327530875715noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959746517249190550.post-1722820385265808052012-02-21T13:16:00.001-08:002012-02-21T13:16:28.042-08:00MaliceIts the malice that really hurts,<br />and we've tried to built the moat, <br />and i guess its like rivers to the sea,<br />the walls falling in on me...<br />so the sacrifice is my survival, <br />but when we roam within the walls of our trivial,<br /> our mid-evil, we become what we don't want to see.<br />and its the malice that burns,<br /> the overexposed,<br /> and what we will never know.<br />and when digging is building,<br /> the river nears the sea.<br />and we know the end is not the beginning,<br /> and the beginning is not the start,<br /> finally and forever, just to breathe is the sacrifice.<br />and through the tales of a scorched earth we learn,<br /> we don't ever lose life,<br /> we confess our misdirected, and find:<br /> its the malice that really hurts,<br /> its the blame that really burns.<br /> its the judgement that creates the spark<br />and to stay warm, and protect the fire, <br /> we build our moat, <br />its the malice that really hurts.<br />the desperation that really burns.<br />the defenselessness that breaks us,<br />the simplicity of what we become.<br />the walls fall in, and one is one.<br />we give you back.<br />in solitude and in silence;<br /> we love what you've become.<br /> its better in the end.<br />we wont hide behind the wall. <br />Opposite The Satellitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16738260327530875715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959746517249190550.post-49174823849139616832012-02-21T13:14:00.000-08:002012-02-21T13:14:02.989-08:00Eyes Half Mast<br /><br />Despite perfect passion,<br /> this vessel is sinking in the sea.<br />A picture perfect drama; holy water or holy lies?<br />And if the darkness of these dreams,<br /> might force an awakening for me,<br />I would dive right in and fall asleep, <br /> and be the darkest waters sweet release. <br />Complete: and willing to be, a temptress to the beast.<br />Eyes half mast I would sleep.<br />
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~ Joseph BloomquestOpposite The Satellitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16738260327530875715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959746517249190550.post-34803181266824807462012-02-21T13:04:00.001-08:002012-02-21T13:04:56.330-08:00<i>Rise with the Sun.
With the subtle rhythm of the tribal drum.
Our roots, our history, our fathers, and sons, shall now have their rest and dream one within one.</i>Opposite The Satellitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16738260327530875715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959746517249190550.post-61870104818342917972012-02-21T13:01:00.000-08:002012-02-21T13:02:39.869-08:00"Synopsis"<object width="400" height="160"><param name="movie" value="http://widget.tunecore.com/swf/tc_run_h_v2.swf?widget_id=73918"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://widget.tunecore.com/swf/tc_run_h_v2.swf?widget_id=73918" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="160"></embed></object>Opposite The Satellitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16738260327530875715noreply@blogger.com0