Friday, September 10, 2010

WHᏋᏁ TWᏫ BᏋᏣᏫMᏋᏕ ᏫᏁᏋ

Black blood in your veins, strange noise in the woods.
We travel to higher realms, exploring the depths of mind,
accomplishing the mystical experience of ego.
A never ending journey of consciousness and soul.
We're the blessed ones that run naked and free.
We let the silver moon reflect from our skin.
We share the winds who dances between our togetherness.
I'm blinded by immeasurable love.
When two becomes one.

Friday, September 3, 2010

ᎢHᏋ ᏣᏫᏝᏝᏫGᏌᎽ ᏫԲ MᏫᏁᏫᏕ ᎯᏁD ᏌᏁᎯ


"In death we have both learned the
propensity of man to define the indefinable"