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A Thousand EyesEvery where around me a thousand eyes surround me, And in them all I see is every single emotion, looking at me, The fear in their eyes, they joy in them too, The hate and the anger, the love and the curiosity, Only one thing is different between theirs and whats mine, Is theres a twinkle behind it all shining through their wall, Their fake facade, with me there is just an open wound, Waiting for time to take its toll once again, No matter how far i seem to go, im happy then im lost in a storm, Of emotions crashing in from all sides, And every where around me a thousand eyes surroundA Thousand Eyes
by ~Rishii-Jones
Lost ourselves againLost Ourselves AgainLost ourselves again
Through the night we stalk, Here we go again, Lost ourselves on acid drops, Here we go again.
Chasing cars through the streets, The houses are made of chocolate, All these things will be what takes me to my grave, Moonlight shadows join our spirited dance, Monkeys swinging on the trees, Travel comes in many forms, Hallucinations are filled with corn, Personalize your own phsycotic drug induced adventures.
Through the night we stalk, Here we go again, Lost ourselves on acid drops, Here we go again. &nb
by ~Rishii-Jones
Dream WorldDream WorldDream World
Tending to put things out of perspective, Always loosing her way amongst the stones, Walking a path she’s never seen, yet knowing, somehow, where it goes, The beginnings always the best part, The middles where she gets stuck, Lost in a maze of all her dreams, Coming to life, following her round every corner. (Lost amongst the vegetarians of the dream world)
Her path she sees lying far ahead, Not knowing how to get there, only seeing her goal, her destiny, Following her own path, walking amongst the broken mirrors, All reflecting a different
by ~Rishii-Jones
Ghost LanguageThrough the fog I go, so thick I can barely see my path, Ahead a faint glow, a light far off in the distance, This walk through the graveyard, what a mad idea, To loose myself amongst the ancient stone, Listening to all the sounds of the night, The ghosts, they whisper to me, so sad and lonely, They walk endlessly through the fog, for all eternity, The lost souls of those who died, too young, too ill, The words, or thoughts, just come, like a waterfall, Dark pools at the intervals of my poetic chaos, Words floating by, need my fishing pole to get them out, Whispers on the wind,Ghost Language
by ~Rishii-Jones
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- Current Residence: Okanagon
- Favourite band or musician: Opeth, Infected Mushroom, Blind Guardian, Demons & Wizards
- Favourite genre of music: Country,Metal
- MP3 player of choice: Ipod Nano
- Personal Quote: Dreams, are they real, or just a whisper of whats to come or whats passed?
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