Sunday, November 06, 2005

Fig. 16

stop, stop the carriage, stop. get off, you gotta stake a claim and make your mark. bullet, lock it and load, cock and explode. bullet train shot through the tunnel down the path of a gun, carry your body away to the same destination.

Fig. 15 leaves falling through the branches, making their way to the ground. Blowing by the flowers sleeping, no one knows the leaves are leaving. Every flower, stares and watches, as the wind, it takes me away...

Friday, November 04, 2005

Fig. 14

There is no place like home....what you make of it...what you think it to is where you belong, it is your safe haven, your refuge. Bring me back to where I want to be.