Saturday, March 17, 2007

A Frame unpaved


light, my desire

dark, my words

bury my pain
and remove this stain

flip a coin and carry the odds
luck not my way, my way is my lord

my lies, I blame
my mistakes, I claim

walk slower and breathe higher
stay firmer and live sober
lay a brick at every layer
unshackle your mind
and defend yourself as a supreme player

i confess, i belied
this delight, this myth
harder it is with my hands tied
but i say i shall never quit

Europa

Clipper, Clipper, Clipper. Bring me news that the subsurface ocean is gushing with life. As we know it. Primitive or not. And I'll play...