|05-13-2006, 10:28 PM||#31 (permalink)|
Join Date: Dec 2005
Location: Keswick, Ontario
Maynard James Keenan.
Lock to field screen, row the ocean onto sentient ground.
New rites of a Vedic sun to attend the blue horizon.
Prevails flight resplendent, sails the shrine effulgent windship.
Stillness breathes apex supreme - I walk toward the mountain.
Crowns the sovereic rite to freedom.
Shored the origin forms to a ground accede.
Axiom core of the light shrine flight to shining.
Glows serene to attenuate the space and time.
|05-14-2006, 12:39 AM||#33 (permalink)|
Join Date: Apr 2006
Location: Between the minarettes, down the Casbah way.
I'd hope for a mix of:
I do sing though, and do a reasonable impression of all of them.
Because I chose to play the fool in a six-piece band,
First-night nerves every one-night stand.
I should be glad to be so inclined.
What a waste! What a waste!
But I don't mind.