Saturday, October 31, 2009

I'm swept away, oh but not lost.

With history, your bluest grace
Falls apart, cascading down
Speak to me of beautiful hate
Of island chains swept with the tide
Tragedy ripening on
The coral leis of a conquering king

They're swept away
Oh, but not lost

Beneath the waves of trembling stars
The road winds towards
The windward side
My soul is saved by these city lights
My face is framed by the blanket of night

They're swept away
Oh, but not lost

Was I too proud to sat, or to wish for
Words that I knew were forbidden?
Because I don't want to know
I didn't want to see what I saw
When I looked in the distance

They're swept away
Oh, but not lost

--The Lost City Of Refuge, And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Monday, October 26, 2009

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Friday, October 2, 2009

my heart

me new
like only
can do.

"Sexy is when it feels good to be in your own skin. Your own body feels right, it feels comfortable. Sexy is when you love being you." ~Rob Bell