Why does the moon call to me at night. Why does it hang so low i can almost grasp it and hold it against my heart. Why does it tease me so with dreams and need and wants and urges of running through the forest, leaving my clothing behind not wanting to have the grime of humans on me.
I run fast, faster, harder, My muscles burn and scream for me to stop, but i do not. My skin start to itch from the heated sweat that drips down my flesh that now bumps with excitement.
I see them. The pack. Those shining eyes looking my way. They throw back and start to sing the song of the moon to me. My body now shivers and I cry, needing to be a part of that world. My feet now bleeding from the stumps and stones that cut me.
The pack starts to run, I follow fast only feet behind them. they continue to sing the moon song as i cry feeling my body start to become one of them.
My pack embraces me and becomes my family. I am wolf, it is my life, it is my thoughts, it is my everything. I am wolf, hear me and sing with me.
If you are wolf, sing with me.

Twisted Are Our Minds

Twisted is my mind. Come join me for a spin. Spill your lusts upon me. Scream with me as we spin in the darkness that is our lives. Watch my wings spread behind me as i take you to the sky. Look down on that what you crave.
Grip my body don't be afraid i want what you crave too. I want the blackness to overcome me, to wrap around me and hold me like wram flesh. The crimson the drips from your lips, take a drink, lust for it. Twisted is OUR minds now together. Twsited within each others arms. Writhing aginst one another. Love and pain cover us, cutting and biteing and feeding off each others life force.
Take from my twisted mind as you will, as i will take from yours. GRIP, BITE, FEED, SCRACH, RIP, TEAR, RAVAGE, RAPE, BEAT, DRINK it all in, for we are together in this world for ever and never will i want to share my twisted mind with anyone but you.

Chains

When you see fear befor you, The fear are those chains

that hold you down.

Cut, Break, Toss off the chains of fear and let go of all

your fears.

Never look back at what you never had, But look forward

to what you will receive when the chains of fear

lay broken at your feet.

What Is This Feeling?

Looking around the room and i am alone. Yet they stand around me. Looking at my body. I am ashamed. What do they see? Do they see what i see. My falts, my fears, my lust, my beast.

Do i scare them? They step forward. Hands everywhere, I can't move. Something holds me still. Is it my own fear of what they know of me? Do i dare say stop, or don't do this.

They take me and place me on the floor, standing around me. The faces are all shadows, the bodys so beautiful. Men, Women, Beast. I see them all but yet see nothing.

What are they thinking. One after another they kneel around me, i hear them breathing, the heart beat of each one, its almost deafening. I start to cry. I Feel the naked bodys press against mine. I feel them wrap around me, arms, legs, parts, hard and wet together.

They hold me. Its warm, i feel the safty in the limbs that engulf my shivering body. What is it that i feel from them? What is this feeling? What are they?

They feel
Like
Home.

SCREAM TO BE HEARD!

I see the world.

I see the world is seems different then everyone else. I never take things at face value, I never have. This I see tends to piss alot of people off. I guess because in todays time your just supposed to take, and believe everything the people who think they are in power give us.
I don't do that. I never have. I never will. I ask to many questions, and that right there makes me a dangerous person. I tell people befor they take what people tell them as truth, Do your own reserch and you come up with what you feel is right. The history of the world is full of loop holes, dead ends, lies, miss truths, and graves of people who have tryed to get the real truth out.

Think for your selfs and look around sometime. Maybe, just maybe you'll be the one the world will listen to.

The flame

Sometimes when you look into the flame, You will see all that this world came from. Ash and heat, flames, and darkness. We are only a blink of an eye in time. Why is it we spend all of the time we have trying to gain more and more power over each other. Time is our greatest enemy.

Artwork

Art work is one of the things I love to do. This is just one of the photos I will be posting in the time to come.

I see art as a way of getting away from the real world. When you look at artwork, If the work is good enough, You yourself can feel like your being brought to another world and place.

I stand on the edge of a mirror looking down into the refection of what I should be to the world. The eyes of the persons looking back at me are dark and forbodeing. They see Me in fear. They know only what they see with the eyes they were tought to look through. They know nothing of the world outside there own minds.
I stand on the edge of a mirror. The edges now cut deep. forceing me to feel the world around me. The persons walk over smooth flatness and slide across as if it were ice covered in a thin sheet of water. The persons slip and slide falling down because they never stop watching me for fear I may move and disrupt the world around them.
I stand on the edge of a mirror. My feet pain me so, yet I do not move. My bloody crimson shows me what the persons think. The persons think of me as there own personal nightmare. I am everything they fear there own childern to become. Yet I am everything they teach them to be. I am Honest, Fair, Truthful, Kind, Respectful, Smart, Indipendent, Loved, and Thoughtful. What fears them is that I think for myself and never follow a path forced onto me to follow yet told to do what makes me happy.
I stand on the edge of a mirror. The pain forceing tears down my face dripping into the bloody crimson. Now I hear what the persons think. They think I am a devil, an outsider, an eater of souls, a beast, a freak, a killer of dreams, a nightmare in carnet. The persons all have something to say about how I live my life by the way I see the world around me change.
I stand on the edge of a mirror. My legs now are weak. My knees want to buckle as all the persons knees have buckled befor me on this same edge. The pains are great. The sadness in my heart is profound, heavy, cold, deep, dark, and hard. It weighs me down on the edge cutting my feet deeper. I hear the persons around me. They tell me to kneel it will end when I do. I will become like them. No pains, only fear of new beginings, and new doors.
I stand on the edge of a mirror. My knees are bending. I sob in the pain of my sadness and cuttings of my feet. Why do I fight so hard to be something other then the what the persons around me are. Do I dare kneel and become a part of the reflective world that fears me so.
I stand on the edge of a mirror. I look down into the darkness below. The Monsters are great. They roar with passion. They Scream in mind altering anger. They cry in ways that only monsters can. The Monsters bodys grow and pulse as if they were filled with a hundered hearts all beating at once. All beating in differnt ways. None of them sound the same. None of them look the same.
I stand on the edge of a mirror. I now know what it is I must do. I must follow what it is to be me. Grow and pulse. But first I must kneel to honer those persons who could not take that step into the world of pain. The persons are only tought to see with the eyes they have. The persons never learned to see with the eyes of the world around them.
I kneel on the edge of a mirror. The persons around me rejoyce. They dance and frolic around but never straying to far from the center of the world they have created for themself. The persons never lend my pained body a hand up. The persons are to busy talking about how they have a new member of what they deem to be them.
I kneel on the edge of a mirror. I feel a hand grip my own. My eyes open. The monsters all lend hands to me. Helping me to stand on the other side. The monsters who the persons told us would never help those around them in need. I let the hand pull me. I do not fall into the darness below. I float into a world of the unknowing. The fear of never knowing what is to come. The world of pained feet and knees and hearts not of sadness, but of clear eyes to see whats not befor me. The sight to see what I don't understand and want to know.
I stand on the edge of a mirror. Looking down at the person who no longer see me yet still rejoyce never knowing that I am no longer a part of there world.
I ask you all this. What world are you a part of? The world of the persons? The world of the monsters? Or a new world that you yourself have never seen but feel the pains in your feet, your knees, and your heart to be a part of?

The way I am.

The way I am is, The way I am. I have always been one to question everything and everyone. I don't take life lightly, and I seem to piss ALOT of people off. So i guess what i have to say now is for YOUR own good. I will swear here, speek my mind, and say what I want, and how I want to say it. There maybe a poem or two, maybe a fue photos, or even a vid. But everything I place here will be something I have to say about something. I rant alot. So I guess thats all for now, But Like I said, If you are offened easy? Take a hike, a drive, a long walk off a short plank, or even just get the hell out, because I don't want to hear you bitch that I made you cry.