We are all fisherman.
The World is the ocean
The fishes our beliefs.
I fish the sea. I fish to gain knowledge.
The bones, they are the sharp edges, that pirce your throat if eaten. Some choose to eat others do not.
The radicals
God is not about suffering.
God is about love.
I eat what is tender, and what is sweet.
We are all fisherman....moving along the surf of life.
Tell me can you hear the maddness,
The rhythym of the leaves.
Embrace
Race
Gone
Wisper unto my ears
sweet
Laced with traces of yesterday, you long for today
Mad Hatter
Spin
GO!
Faster
speed
Sharp
The maddenss is..in..around ..you
Be one with it
Command it
Call to it
beckon
I shall cut the venom of trechery
Lost no more
Knee before me
Soft ..leaves... you are the foundation of all that was once sad
I am sad no more
I know why the tree has shed you
Freedom
