night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation...
darkness stirs and wakes imagination...
silently the senses abandon their defences.

slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour
softly, deftly, music shall surround us;
feel it, hear it, closing in around us.

floating, falling, sweet intoxication
touch me, trust me, savour each sensation
let the dream begin; let your darker side give in
to the power of the must that i write
to the power of the music of the night.

you alone can make my song take flight.

TZADIK

Appreciating the fact that I didn't understand/perceive something hidden from me, I've begun to take a step forward in the right direction.

Self-criticism transports a man to the level of "man".
This is sent to me by the Creator so that I could let it go.

The source. The source. The source.

i miss you. i miss your touch. and your kiss. and when you pick up that guitar... and stare at me with those eyes..
*sigh*

i miss you, baby.

mr. roboto.

all this is, is another business meeting. you've got your breifcase, he's got his paperwork. he's got his fancy suits and ties. and i walk into the room with my heart on my sleeve, for that's all i have to bring to the table. imagine the inhuman, militant look on his face.

we start to feel like ants....
we've got no place to run.

Education, Masterbation

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"Post it on your blog"

so simply put: there's nothing as satisfying as your soul.

The man of metropolis steals our hearts.

I take a few deep breaths before I rationalize my thoughts. No one's attacking you, why must you be so god damn defensive? Remember the source, remember the source. Those 3 words sound in my head as I bite down on my tongue. Shutting my door, and turning up the volume, your harsh words blur into one another.

You are nothing but an obstacle. You're in my way, but not for long. I'll tackle this one. He's not a fucking idiot, a button you shouldn't have pressed, dear father figure.

I have a life to live. You don't even know the half of it. I pity you.

The Kabbalist, is regarded as the "founder of the world." He influences the entire world, and the world influences him. As one kli we will disover the true harmony between the real world and ourselves. We've begun our ascent.

-All Things From The Creator.

If you be my mirror, I'll be your lighthouse.

i promise you this.

the thought of not having you, along with the thought of you hurting.. is so overwhelming for me. it scares the god damn hell out of me.

Reveal yourself.

It's as though I'm being taught to walk all over again. Holding my hand along the way, I felt a sense of comfort and pleasure. But this morning, He let go and pulled away. I could barely hold myself together, nevermind upright. I now know that He'll pull away from me, only to bring me closer, to give me that chance to walk towards Him on my own.

i know and i know and i know, but is this where we draw the line? this feeling is so fucking black and white.



beneath this doubt, there's a truth in which we'll find ourselves.

don't wind the clock back up, baby - just come back to bed. time, we know not of it.

the music flows through my body and i am lost in every chord. open, close. i feel it more than ever.