A shield to protect
from the negative
criticism of daily life.

A cocoon made
from the pollution of
the streets
the hatred
the greed
the grime.

A sea of swarming
faces pass me
I look down from
above
away from the crowd
the people are upside down.

Their faces blending into eachother
colors attach to other colors

Green, blue, brown, black, and yellow.

I blink once.

I end up on the ground
the faces recede to normal
my vision comes back and I continue to
stand in the middle of the street.

Looking at
my soul
looking down
at me.

It has the incandescent
eyes of
knowledge and wisdom
of what
the world
shall be

The serenity of things
to what fate can
only cause.
by eva c.

I am not what I seem
silent
shy
withdrawn.

Cunning
clever
sly.

Striking like a viper
coiled
raging
ready to go.
Biding my time.
by eva c.

We hide in the shadows of a bleeding heart. Sneaking, and weeping.
Changed forever
Never to beat again.
Crying, crawling, trying to struggle.
Bound by the chains of darkness.
Suffocating in a smog of hatred, acid and poison.
Weak, depressed, stressed and gone.
No more sanity in the house of blood.
Never to beat again.
Evil roams in the house of blood.
Never to beat again.
Broken.
"Sadness in my eyes, no one guessed well no one tried."
by eva c., " " -George Micheal

Tears of red
Rivers of rose
Waterfalls of magenta
Skys of black
Sounds of demons
The whole world is crashing down on me.
by eva c.

"So Janie began to think of Death. Death, that strange being with the huge square toes who lived way in the West. The great one who lived in a straight house like a platform without sides to it, and without a roof. What need has Death for a cover, and what winds can blow against him? He stands in his high house that overlooks the world. Stands watchful and motionless all day with his sword drawn back, waiting for the messenger to bid him come. Been standing there before there was a where or a when or a then. She was liable to find a feather from his wings lying in her yard any day now. She was sad and afraid too."

That was a paragraph from THEIR EYES ARE WATCHING GOD by Zora Neal Hurston.

I decided to put this in my blog to inspire, and be a reminder that life can seem short lived if u do nothing. So... do something. Don't sit there on your couch or on your computer masturbating all day, it's bad for you . Plus I liked the way Zora turned an abstract idea into a character.

I don't have really anything to say today, I just wanted to put down this song that I think is hot. Well... the lyrics anyway, I don't know how the actual song is.

Mea Culpa

By: Enigma MCMXC A.D.

Je ne dors plus

Je te desire

Prendis moi

Je suis a toi

Mea culpa

Je veux aller au bout mes fantasmes

Je sais que c'est interdit

Je suis folle

Je m'abandonne

Mea culpa

Je suis la et ailleurs

Je n'ai plus rien

Je deviens folle

Je m'abandonne

Mea culpa

Je ne dors plus

Je te desire

Prends moi

Je suis a toi

Je suis la et ailleurs

Je veux tout

Quand tu veux

Comme tu veux

Mea culpa

I love the lyrics because it's sexy and sensual. Very different and a little bit erotic. So I thought I'd share it with you lovely folks. If you want the translation just ask.