WHY, OH WHY
Why, oh why do I ask
in the tremor of silence
this body is a prisoner
in the archipelago of the mind
body so real
body so inviting
sometimes nostalgie de la boue
sometimes a harmonic rhythm
in Temples of Gods
so pure, susceptible to Satanic bier
and this mind
it dreams
oh how it dreams
so enigmatic
so rich and illustrious
manipulative yet trustworthy
creative, cultural, karmic
mind sits body
like a child in mother’s arms
whispering, singing lullaby
cannot let go
inseparable like light and day
prisoner forever
why, oh why I do ask.
Welcome to our newly upgraded forum! it may look a little different, but hopefully you'll find it easy to navigate and enjoyable to use. There are a number of new features - so please feel free to experiment.
If you've had difficulty registering in the past, please try again, as the new software addresses most of of our registration issues. If you have any questions, please send us an email and we'll investigate.
If you've had difficulty registering in the past, please try again, as the new software addresses most of of our registration issues. If you have any questions, please send us an email and we'll investigate.
BODY AND MIND
Who is online
Users browsing this forum: Google [Bot] and 1 guest