Current Residence: Phoenix|
Favourite genre of music: pop, rock, techno, musicals!
Shell of choice: elbow macaroni
BioPoem on Iraq OccupationOperation IraqiBioPoem on Iraq Occupation by Haunt-Me42
confused and present, transcended and lost
relative of forgotten nightmares
lover of ideals, dreams, a pride
who feels loyal, accused, misinformed
needing direction, a reality, an unattainable past
fearing history, suicide, and inequality
hiving power, death, and life
who wishes to see in color, a clear path, an end
yet still of our minds but no our souls
Green MageAs the shadow crossesGreen Mage by Haunt-Me42
and the weeds shiver,
the air pauses
expectation for the giver.
Suddenly everything is lifted,
hopes and wishes, fulfilled
for very a one who is gifted
calls to the lakes and the hills.
Thorns prick, roots dig,
flowers bloom, grass shoots
for there is no power this big
nor enough water for her boots.
She is a mother, a queen,
a nymph, a sound
she lives beyond one dream.
She can never be found.
Untitled SpaceSpace is like hot bread,Untitled Space by Haunt-Me42
forever present in the world,
but as if gone today
to never return like a friend.
Space is like an elevator,
dinging a welcome whenever near,
ever moving to your bid
such as a waiter.
Space is like smog,
ever eluding our precautions
to reduce its hinderents,
such as ideas lost in the fog.
Space is like sunlight.
You can take it in,
yet never emit it,
still lost with this insight.
Space is like pulp fiction,
publishers' forever anonymous,
writers never ever known,
plots with no direction.
Space is like the colour orange.
Being known for its mixed messages,
superstitious in all shades,
never is it bland such as porridge.
Space is like water.
the whole never diminishing,
the cycle just a tee-ta-totter.
Space is like many,
but Nothing can describe
the spaces of our mind.