Below are the 20 most recent journal entries recorded in nikin's LiveJournal:

[ << Previous 20 ]

Monday, September 11th, 2006
12:24 pm	Five Years Ago... Five years ago, the world was more free We all had more rights to become who we might be. Broken ideologies, stole from us all On this day, five years ago, as we watched the towers fall. As a people, we all had a loss that day For me personally, two friends and three relatives lives were paid. Time might heal the wounds of the flesh Yet each dawning day and the lies we are told, Make society's tragedy ever fresh. What can be said from five years ago? Is that nothing is certain and we will never know. Take a walk towards the future, and hope it will come. We all need to be in step now, marching to that silent drum. -nikin (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 5th, 2006
4:04 pm	Seeing through the Fog Twas a day of fun house mirrors... As I looked upon the landscape queerer Is it fog or is it snow? Certainly, somewhere,  my brain should know Images bent and not yet stable Have my mind wandering, trying to find a moral to this fable Compensating for the knives that cut my sight Hoping someday things will become alright                                                -nikin     5-Apr-2006 (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, March 13th, 2006
12:36 am	The Pages of the Night In the dark, the pages of the night turn From the breezes during the moon rise. Where lies are told, seek the truth to learn As the broken soul cries out its mourning. Lose all hope, not even fools survive. Naught is the care left in this empty hell Once crusted over from passions alive No one is left to start a new morning. -nikin (Comment on this)
Friday, November 25th, 2005
4:29 pm	Feastings... Found few finding fabulous feastings Far, fantastic, fun For frivolous floundering fully Flirting flowering flavored flan Fond fires furled favorably Four forks, for food from friends. Blessings for the feast. -nikin (Comment on this)
Monday, September 19th, 2005
6:19 pm	Bequeathed to a dear friend... The light in your eyes may be gone now, But your soul's fire is bright. Take your journeys true, To the place the unknown road goes. You walk in the realm of stardust now, As your spirit warms us in daylight. We will be there too, For it is the only path the heart knows. -In rememberance of a dear friend who was tragically killed. News stories (the first two are factual, while the last includes reminiscences from friends): http://www.rockymountainnews.com/drmn/state/article/0,1299,DRMN_21_4078640,00.html http://nsnlb.us.publicus.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20050914/NEWS01/50914003/-1/nashua http://nsnlb.us.publicus.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20050916/NEWS01/109160036/-1/nashua John's Websites: http://www.extrasolar.net/ http://www.thyrenacia.com/ (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, August 5th, 2005
1:25 pm	Little stones of life... my desires lay upon an empty plateau of loneliness like little stones that someone kicks or tosses to be relocated, lost or fondled for a short time never knowing if there will be a cooling rain or a torrent washing away any hopes of finding a real place to shelter those dreams -nikin (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, July 21st, 2005
3:42 pm	The circle calling... The conga drums sit next to me Whispering anticipated chaos The rhythm is calling me To the circle by the sea Congas in the car, I go Bendir by my side The moon is full, The ocean bright As we drum til the morning light. (Comment on this)
Thursday, April 28th, 2005
12:00 pm	Bones of Technology The bones of technology haunt this place Miles of cables, like veins - hard to trace... There are bits and bytes all over the floor Tortured relics now stacked behind windowed doors. The power junctions no longer hot with life All the machines insides lay open as cut with a knife The racks are all empty like skeletal lace Only the bones of technology are left haunting this place. -nikin (who now walks the hallways from 15 years ago) (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, October 22nd, 2004
3:57 pm	Bonedance in the desert... Gather wood and build a nest For the next several days there'll be no rest Offerings for the temple Gifts for the fire Your senses must be agile Time to focus your desire Bless the circle Call down the moon Dance for the turtle Sing the goddess tune Smoke in your eyes Smiles in the light Drumming faster and faster Dance until the morning bright See the stories told Hold the moments close Catch the rhythmic chanting As the wind blows the fire cold Desert night to sunrise palette Waking souls to this new banquet Seal the circle and then transpire Honor those at the Bonedance fire. -a gift to the fire from me Bonedance Firecircle Fall 2004 (Comment on this)
Monday, September 27th, 2004
2:09 pm	A weekend of chick-ly-ness... Twas silly and fun the laughs we shared From many to one We smiled and dared To carry on as hope would let The merriment of silliness get Yet now in life a sadness grows No more hugs to make the day The evil workplace and its foes Take my soul and make me pay I need a life, is there one for rent? I want more fun and I need to vent! Thank you to all the wonderful Chicks of the South... Wish I could be loved like you! (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, February 13th, 2004
10:51 pm	A dark sheer curtain It billows around me and won't let me see the sun It clings to me like a hot summer rain Others can dance free of the pain Finding true hearts to hold and have fun The dark sheer curtain of solitude Is the only comfort I have to know While others play and others grow They only give me more lies and a chilling attitude I hunger for a moment of hope Where I could feel again of the value of life And not consider the cold steel knife That might free me from my lonely rope (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 6th, 2004
1:41 pm	Sodden soul There is a mist that clings to me, Like a damp tissue Decaying into something unpleasant As I try to wipe it away. This is the dampness of my soul. Longing for the warmth of humanity. To be held in trembling hands, While finding a higher purpose In the heart of a meaningful pursuit. (Comment on this)
Monday, December 1st, 2003
10:37 pm	Illusions of hope Why Wake from the Dream To Live the Nightmare of Truth Push my Soul into Darkness faster And let the inkiness drown my sorrows I hear their voices laughing at me Yet I cannot see them A Fool played without hope of a Wild card dealt My hand is empty, and the pennies in my shoes are all corroded Why wake from anything, anymore... (Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 4th, 2003
4:23 pm	Gray rain in the haze of gold Tis what they call a mist This is, fuzzy rain that does not announce itself. Fall leaves gold, red and chocolate All have a stippled haze about them I have walked in the impressionists gardens And their sunlight must have been a fine mist That is this rain Leaving the colors all water and stain. (Comment on this)
Sunday, October 19th, 2003
10:07 pm	Ghost town on the Rhone The ship docked at midnight The night was still with mist Some torches were given, Those torches were lit. Twenty of us journeyed In the dark moon lit night Along the narrow cobble stones In this medieval site. Each foot step echoed Upon Roman ruin And the laughter was hushed As the wind was blowing All people have gone from the place But the buildings still stand The calling of the night owl, the crack of the flame The clock tower bell rang and this was the band Back to the ship by 0200 It was a fascinating stroll indeed A lost city along the Rhone river Talking with the ghosts that had been freed. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 1st, 2003
2:01 pm	Threaded conciousness... Stitch, stitch, Itch, itch, Little loose threads... Make me twitch! Tissue, flesh, Gauze and mesh, Catching on the shards... Of something fresh! (Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 27th, 2003
11:29 am	Denied common curtesies If you don't serve them They spit on you If you don't coddle their whinings They run your name in the sewer If you were once some-'thing' to cherish Now you are no-'thing' If you enjoyed outings with them Now you are not even asked If you were foolish enough to care You now realize that your time was for naught (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, August 21st, 2003
2:31 pm	Bits, bits... Bits, bits... All for not, all for twits... Take my brain, And cause it pain. Bits, bits... What a drain! (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 13th, 2003
11:05 am	Tears for the Unseeing They promise things that never come Breaking the very stone foundation of what was once love Torn and run through and then cast aside Left to gather dust like a toy no longer cherished No passion for another can find its path Drowning in the verbal flotsam Of their bountiful lies (Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 5th, 2003
1:04 pm	Flavorful cosmology Cinnamon and lemon grass line the wrinkles in the creases of time Feelings of warmth have come to pass while listening to the ticking of life's rhyme Oh... to bathe in the spill of lavender and clove As one is lost in the eyes of the soul's treasure trove (Comment on this)