~(4-2-09) PHOTOGRAPHY~

PHOTOGRAPHY march 19, 2009

PHOTOGRAPHY, i took

One by one photos of churches apear, please tell me which one you like the most...

This church beholds truth and glory, for one day; Casket by casket, we will all fall down.

Under this beautyful bright colored Church lerchs the absence of truth and overwelming grief.

-Why?- (Poem)

WHY?

What have we become, Parasites?
In which we can not live together.
We criticize each other, exaggerating every aspect of our differences, every length of our hope or faith in which we hold close to us, as if attached.
What can not be seen nor' explained isn't real, why has this become a standard in which we live.
Is this a cause for Alarm or a time to praise, if not anything,
then what?
- Tina The dark-

2-27-09

1:30pm

-Change- ( poem)

-Change-
The bell rings, my life is over, but only for 8 hours, then I am reincarnated into a clone, this is my Cycle, This is my life. A dream or Reality? I think not, but an abyss of Carnage and distress, of what we can't change.
For those who learn not to change shall parish, with the world behind them, their Truth, their Legacy, also will fall upon them.
And those who follow their Heart, will be Sacrificed to their Faith. Crumbling walls fall upon those who do not believe. There will be no warming, to those who refuse to Change!
-Tina The Dark

2-12-09

2:07pm

Short Reality Blurb

I am Truely lost in this vast space of land, we call; Earth, What is reality, And what we know; is that but an illusion of our unrecompensed minds??; That is The real Question of our selves and others.

Failure or Reality 1

My Tactical input of rational proportions is informing myself to Avoid all contact with Reality and all Practical fear of Failure; why must I insist in setting myself up for failure, for with Failure there is no cure, and with contrived abnormal behaviour of Happiness there is only a lifetime of Uncertain Disaster; is this indeed the bar we raise (Figuratively speaking) To live in this self concious world, we call home and soul of all the creations that deprived us; for so long, why is this a habbit in which we live; or is in which we live not so much of in which we die; that is true failure, that is true reality

Tina The Dark

2-25-09

12:23pm