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]]> ~shebo http://shebo.deviantart.com/journal/13347436/ http://shebo.deviantart.com/journal/13347436/ Thu, 14 Jun 2007 19:41:16 PDT
but really i dont care ...i come here wearing my dark cape an im invisible for human eyes for a year or so.

but nothing has lately attracted my attention

and i wanted to say

Katrine.....come on get it over with

Misty....dear there comes a time when u can make sense

thats mostly been on my chest for sometime

aaahh what a relief.

]]> ~shebo http://shebo.deviantart.com/journal/10232370/ http://shebo.deviantart.com/journal/10232370/ Sat, 30 Sep 2006 02:22:16 PDT
i started drawing this drawing of lioness she had a very big eyes quite wide

then something happened i started running away i was on this ledge and the sea was screaming and it was dark blue everything around was painted in that color

then my cell phone rang i knew the number of someone i dont like i was about to press cancel then i suddenly pressed the key to answer

the voice sounded so irritating its some guy from work with me whom i hate his guts he asks me trying to be clever why my voice is so different....i talk and i realize its different its as if i havent spoken or used it in ages or i smoked about 3 packs of cigrettes or something
i start talking in a very despitful manner but not wanting to sound rude

the man on the other end of the conversation was trying to figure if i was on drugs or not ....and this kind of doubt in my intentions made me sick with anger if he was infront of me i would have broken his neck that was the feeling during the little conversation

then im back in the house the yellowish house with the lioness she came to life after i drew her and i was at the end of the house and she was near the door to outside i approched her in the first worrying that she might eat me then i looked her in the eye and knew that (i dont know how) i can fear her with my strength i kept looking in the eye and once i was near her she kind of had tears in her eyes out of scarefulness.....

the i shouted and addressed her with my hand to leave "LEAVE,get out of here" i was screaming

and while i was doing that there was a little child near to my right leg who kept saying "no, dont let her go" and he was sad

i didnt mind him i even didnt look at him...then the lioness fleed and ran on the stairs downward i looked inside the house and in the shadow in a corner there was a lion bigger than the lioness when i looked into his eyes i knew that i drew him too i told him in a loud voice "YOU TOO,LEAVEEEE"

he ran immeditly as i said the words following the lioness and the little child kept saying "noooooo" and he cried like i was breaking his favourte toys.

i woke up and i was sweating it wasnt a bad dream i wasnt scared i just had this thought kind of bumping in my head saying "everything u draw will come to life" and "the little child is u,or the child in u"

i dont like these kind of confusions i couldnt sleep again until i came to work.

]]> ~shebo http://shebo.deviantart.com/journal/10096383/ http://shebo.deviantart.com/journal/10096383/ Sat, 16 Sep 2006 23:28:12 PDT
i have a question for u

if i asked u who is your God?

what would be your answer? ]]> ~shebo http://shebo.deviantart.com/journal/7156589/ http://shebo.deviantart.com/journal/7156589/ Sun, 27 Nov 2005 09:27:32 PST
i believe im looking for this woman who is a woman enough to be my man not a change in roles but someone who can be my friend my father and not worry about me like my mother and i can speak the truth to without framing it nicely someone to call home a miniture of the external sociaty...im trying to seek this woman .

and i dont really like psychology ]]> ~shebo http://shebo.deviantart.com/journal/7154531/ http://shebo.deviantart.com/journal/7154531/ Sun, 27 Nov 2005 01:45:28 PST why not say "he's down he having a hue change"
i really wish when i be down the sun wont come up
rain will start falling
the wind howl
turning me into a natural disaster
and the news would go making reports about my mood changes
"ladies and gentlmen he's siting down...he's going to drink some water...this is looking good ladies and gentlmen"
blue is a nice color to be glued to this behaviour. ]]> ~shebo http://shebo.deviantart.com/journal/7059391/ http://shebo.deviantart.com/journal/7059391/ Tue, 15 Nov 2005 22:22:14 PST but scientificaly speaking we are not able to see the true form of colors in this mortal world
ur eyes i see and seeing the true colors
where black wears a veil
and white is the mask of my most beautiful veild queen
i had to write down my dreams
as a series to realize it was not just another dream
u had the amazment look on ur face when u gathered with the girls
and showed me the book with the missing words
there was a shadow but everything was in white
the white signifies you
your real identity
i tried to poetritized so much that my feelings were true
and the ghosts crowded my brain
i couldnt look straight
i was mad with visions
yes,i admit that
what i saw is everything clear
infinite as they really are
they never abandonded me
even when i woke up
haunted by the same dreams
"listen to the colour of your dreams,it is not dying"
dye not death
i believe its true i know and im sure
the zen story that materilize the realizations
to be really sane one has to have some craziness in their soul
everything gave me feelings
the earth felt like it was giving wave
like a birth
it was it when i accepted my doubts
once and for all
it was to much for the way of the soul
all the data that was coming in
if a paper fell to the floor i sensed it
its echoing vibe i could hear
maybe i needed a break-down to tune in
the nicely stretch bow shoots arrows with the same strength
the angry voice that resides within me
had to be calmed
the lose of sleep was a sign
or a re-action to the soaring mind of mine
in a state of waking dream
i knew i died coz of the dust that covered my face when i woke up
maybe thats why i dont like excuses
where did all my ryhming go
maybe it was aching for prose
a stand still verbal moment
it could have liked to reveal choas to remind me of order
among all these mess
i utterly and divinely missed YOU
you kindness kind....in service of her majesty the Queen. ]]> ~shebo http://shebo.deviantart.com/journal/7059262/ http://shebo.deviantart.com/journal/7059262/ Tue, 15 Nov 2005 21:59:34 PST
u can only read my left palm of my hand never the right
soceress...i had shapened ur teeth
evil cant be meeked
do you still think evil has resided
in the time of witches
do u believe witchcraft is dead?
or is it good-craft that died
voice of truth called upon in the middelness of the pale forest of silent answers
wat if we speak in mathematical equations
does that mean we can solve the past?
wat if i am a set of past entities
a complete set of silvery forcks and spoons
u think u have to dig up for the truth
when she floats calmly on the surface
optical illusions r cunningly inspiring
for who belief is visual
r the first to be squared into scenes
black is terribly evil
wat if we defied it and white is wat is actually that lurks evil
now u want us to dis-trust Gabrielle
it didnt start with an apple bite of wisdom
even if it did
does that mean its been agingly fully digested
no more wisdom
wat if its there
wat if its happening
did u have to conjure my ghost today?
wat if i am one
whole not numerical
death is the ceasing of breathing
think of the times u forget to take a deep breath
she breathed on me
the skin cant be mistaken
eve of destruction...is that word totally sexist?
the future halts for 21 days
all the stars r moving
they make arabic letters in their form of movement
dissidents still exist...economicaly
did u think our lies would have traveled thru all these regions?
i never thought wisdom would make u look that old
"how can it help me now...in my primes??" he asks
"that...u have to figure out for urself"....the wiseman fades
i believe youth is the time of ultimate being
its strong healthy and notionly driven
if we dont fight for our primes....does that mean old-age won?
can u fold the truth?
"do u want it in the form of magic??"...winks the handsome stranger
why r they obsessed with evacuations?
"well if u would like to see destruction....u havent seen mine yet"
makers believers
wat if yin and yang werent moving?and the dots resembled their eyes
a whole generation who is sent to pyschosis...
speed kills
what else kills?....killing?
dots r black spots that protects my vision of wonder
jade....she is beautiful
the light of darkness...is that what he saw in the abyss
how many times have i died?
he cant stop himself from injecting more death in the blue vains
down meant death in the old Egyptian philosophy
up meant a circle...oval shaped one
the king blinks...to the robberies
can we hold one more reign
do we actually believe in the word change?
maybe only in soccer games
could time be really up?
then wat do we have here?
monotous circles
im getting older by the hour
a tight grip
water reveals cracks
is there a line that divides the mess?
wat if im the snake?
time traveling is silence in believing one is truely silent
is god that ridiculous?
is god that form of lack of imagination
could imagination be an act of the devil
is the free fall is a form of ressuraction?

he was worried ..didnt know whether to lie or tell the truth
if life is nothing but a dream....wat makes dreams then?
everything was in white
nothing more accurate than the smell of rain...that never falls
wat really confused him is the saber sound of the demon with an angelic accent. ]]> ~shebo