Terrance's blog

Truth

Truth is like a slap in the face
It hurts sometimes but it grabs your attention.
Sometimes I don't want to acknowledge the truth around me,
Like life is what it is and nothing more...

Sheep, Snakes, Turtles and Slugs

Between the cracks of society we crawl like slugs,
Dirty, slimey, forgoton and alone.
We are nothing but food for those who prey on the weak.

Hello, I have been sober for over 100 days now and it hasn't been easy. It has been alot of hard work and dedication. I have had to give up friends and make new ones. I have had to get in touch with my feelings and try to find out who I really am inside. I now have a goal in mind for a career.I want to work with street kids; as a former street kid myself I believe that people can benifit from a person who as actually been there rather than an "educated" counsellor.

Short Burst

Distant memories of stolen dreams
I am lost in silent screams
My world is bursting at the seams
Its all not as bad as it seems

I left home when I was young
Left to travel and instead I got spun
Into a world of drugs and guns
I became afraid of being hung

Scared into being straight
I was not going to take the bait
I will be real and not be fake
My hope is mine and it I will take

On a journey to stay clean
I will one day be serene
Because I have left the scene
And I will always remember where I've been.

Terrance A Sim

Manifest Destiny
I have begun to separate the conscious mind from my soul,
To cloud my judgment, I give up my control.
I trust in the Ethers of Karma to focus,
Correlate a plan to save myself from my hand.
I have been broken again; scatter the pieces to the wind…
Caught in the ignorant trends that bends my will to kill men,
Holding their life in my scarred hands,
I feel released:
Freed from within by the anger that feeds the darkness I crave,
The drugs have now slipped away.
I drift…
Lost in a cloud of silver and cold.
The Dualities inside me are killing me,
I want to…?
Drifting aside the basslines I try to fly.
The Ethers of Karma are slaughtered by the Ethers of the Cold.
The relentlessness that follows as the kaos is allowed to swallow,
So drink the little potion to shrink wrap your mind.
Brain-dead is the populace that surrounds us.
Lost is the Prophet among us.
Speak now the Tongues Of Babel to swaddle the Babe Of Man,
And escape into the safety of the darkness of the twilight.
Angered are the Lords Of Kaos.
Destroy The Babe Of Man.
The answer to prevent the cataclysm foretold lies in The Tower Of Babel.
Draw on the power of the Ethers of the Cold.
Save your race or die alone.
CERO © 12/3/2006 11:15:43 PM
Terrance A Sim
aka
T-Do

To all my "friends" out there, I am still breathing, above ground, so I must be doing fine out here on the "Salt" of the earth. So mabey I'll see you next "spring" out there somewhere or next winter on an "Island" somewhere.
Peace B2u
Terrance