Catch a gremlin by his toe.
If he hollers, chop off a foot!
Look now at what I've took.
Eanie meanie miney mo.


Lighting in RowsLighting in rows Troubles and woes Marching, marching Trotting and yearningLighting in Rows
Open the door Greet mild smiles Bags on the floor It must be worth the while
Lighting in rows Students in clothes Teacher teaching Class is a-sleeping
Eights, naughts Nines, and sixes The trouble with misfits Is finding the difference
Tender gray grays Softened by sums and soleils Pardon my French I know its a bit dense
Calling now drastically Roll the names on out To take today away Take away some


MidasSo close I can touch it If i do I lose it all How can this feeling Be so far away? How can believing Be so hard to take?Midas
I will rise Under chains that Close the door
(I will rise) (Under chains that) (Bind the world)
Set me free From this curse of gold Won't you please Let me see before I'm old
I can't compromise The conclusions I A


Saline DreamOne night I woke up in a dream I was the salt water ocean I thought I could still believe I could rule the world with my motionSaline Dream
Under my formless canopy All sorts of nameless insanity Shivering to my emotion Right before the grand orgy
Hey man, get wet Take a ride on the Salt-water ocean Listen to my emotion
Across the globe I crawl In my saline dream Whitecaps crossing my body Like dollops of cream
This night I woke as steam Shoved in a canister Driven as cattle To drive the machine


MammorothIn the neon black pit of despair Screams the demon lord His might echoes through human air His blade will raze the worldMammoroth
Lands of men aware Given time to prepare To fight the demon lord Overcome unholy discord
Twisted mourning in advance Spirits shattered early Before the demon's chance to dance And anger roared in his belly
In a fiery spasm the earth Spat forth a molten carpet On the carpet he spread his girth The whole world will be his pit


The Poem I Wont Share With YouTitle: The Poem I Wont Share With You.The Poem I Wont Share With You
Poem:
Can I look at you with a mirror? And press my chilled lips against your warm face? Then I may feel the childish tingle of chilled glass on a Summers morning. I cant look at you through a window, where I can see the inches separating us. Could I push your throat into the water; my hands upon your chest, as my fingers grip your shoulders and my teeth fill your lungs with water? (Then your curls and mine disappear beneath the bubbles.)
Could I do that, and not cau
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"Kind words do not cost much. Yet they accomplish much." -Blaise Pascal.
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Contrast, a fission of black and white engraved in a mannor as if it was only a dance.
They say art has alot ot do with who you are subconciously. You seem like you have alot more in your mind then anything you can put in words or on paper. Pretty crazy ideas.
I hope to hear what you think, how you are. Keep in touch. Nice to meet some one new. even on just an art site.
-Sam
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Contrast, a fission of black and white engraved in a mannor as if it was only a dance.
OOoo nice manips, man. I need to start looking around DA more often... soo much talent like this.
Anywho, you live near me!!!
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