They walked across golden paths
marching towards a tunnel
with no end
Seeking a triumph not to be found
their intent is scarred with need
to pretend
One step
Two step
Three step
With lack of any resistance
through this mapless journey
they went
In this childless vast land
they found no cause
to lament
One step
Two step
Three step
A pool of raw liquid tranquility
found was the object of their
determined rage
Proceeding with swords in hand
they ruptured the liquid in their
frenzied craze
One step
Two step
Three step
Slain lay the colorless beast
the bane water rippling
as it fell
Gone was the mirror
through which they could
see themselves
Saturday, December 25, 2004
Friday, December 24, 2004
Pact With A Hurricane
There might be a time
When you tire of sweet words
At such a time I will be happy
With insults from you
All I ask is that
You keep some attention on me
And for this difficult request
I shall take away all
What I need
What I have
What I dream of
All that keeps me from you
When you tire of sweet words
At such a time I will be happy
With insults from you
All I ask is that
You keep some attention on me
And for this difficult request
I shall take away all
What I need
What I have
What I dream of
All that keeps me from you
Count to Three
Paper cuts scissors? Scissors cut paper?
Wrapped around a rock
Impoverished ink bleeding on wood
Clandestine rage seen by the blind
Forced benevolence wet tears
Souls jerked by gripped volcanoes
Where the grass of affection cannot grow
Paper cuts scissors? Scissors cut paper?
Wrapped around a rock
Stabbed is the joy of proclamation
Buried under the fire of jealousy
Majestic beneath a thorn crown
From which no flower will ever bloom
An open wound preserved in an ice cage
Paper cuts scissors? Scissors cut paper?
Wrapped around a rock
Thrown to the realm of the forgotten
Only to unfurl in innocent dreams
Shaken by a single ray of light
Scorching an already gray tolerance
To occupy long endured humility
Paper cuts scissors? Scissors cut paper?
Wrapped around a heart
Thursday, December 23, 2004
Outrunning The Sun
Interrupted by time
How will I ever know
What can become mine?
Sunk in seas of deception
That defies my perception
Committing all my trust
Trying to find an exit
Not a want but a must
Light between your hands
Showing me serenity
The way only you can
How will I ever know
What can become mine?
Sunk in seas of deception
That defies my perception
Committing all my trust
Trying to find an exit
Not a want but a must
Light between your hands
Showing me serenity
The way only you can
Vocabulary II
Rebirth, Chance, Revolution
Daring, Sole, Production
Hope, Deep, Existence
Dream, Life, Persistence
Bury, Creation, Pain
Savor, Bitter, Sane
Break, Stone, Fear
Inspire, Cursed, Where
Need, Never, Daunting
Chiseled, Ensnared, Shocking
Dread, Learned, Resilience
Adore, Stubborn, Acceptance
Daring, Sole, Production
Hope, Deep, Existence
Dream, Life, Persistence
Bury, Creation, Pain
Savor, Bitter, Sane
Break, Stone, Fear
Inspire, Cursed, Where
Need, Never, Daunting
Chiseled, Ensnared, Shocking
Dread, Learned, Resilience
Adore, Stubborn, Acceptance
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
Dashed
Bending a cause of resurrection
Demolished barriers of my vicinity
Complicating all of my submission
Unveil hidden spiritless fears
Smothering to subdue reaction
On my knees I bend before you
Murdering pride for exhaustion
Inside a pleasurable predicament
All but screaming for attention
To lie here beneath the stones
Built by hands in elation
Kill the messenger in speech
Before the death of your persuasion
Live to be enacted upon
From you there is no evasion
Beg for cried mercy in your soul
If from such sin there is absolution
For i've been wounded by a hand
I cannot bear to see a wound in
Demolished barriers of my vicinity
Complicating all of my submission
Unveil hidden spiritless fears
Smothering to subdue reaction
On my knees I bend before you
Murdering pride for exhaustion
Inside a pleasurable predicament
All but screaming for attention
To lie here beneath the stones
Built by hands in elation
Kill the messenger in speech
Before the death of your persuasion
Live to be enacted upon
From you there is no evasion
Beg for cried mercy in your soul
If from such sin there is absolution
For i've been wounded by a hand
I cannot bear to see a wound in
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