Although, for some reason, I've been swamped by a wave of weariness with a smidge of bitterness and weariness. Add cynicism for flavor.
Meh. Life is to damn confusing, but we all keep living.


The Goddess and The StatueA statue had been built in a woods long forgotten to time. Chiseled so realistically, it could fill one with guilt to call it mineThe Goddess and The Statue
Yet such a sculpture was left forgotten, lost with a totality that attracted a mysterious figure, her body clothed with satin.
A goddess red who sparked with passion fell in love with the antiquity. And it could even be said, that she considered it a possession.
With a yearning strong, she gave it a kiss. Suddenly, she felt something wrong, as the statue said this: &nbs


RaveThe pulse reverberates through my body Pulling my gossamer wings into patterns Intricate mesmerizations Through which I take flight; there is no folly So great As to ignore the beatRave
Our movements shadow our thoughts Moving with the tune Yet naught as robots Are each of us identical; soon Your eyes will see our rhythm You will join our anthem
To the dance we pay homage Our bodies given freely To adorn our gods plumage As avatars we enact his will; heady We become, as it aught As we take a lingering draught


Painful ConfusionAt the place of my daily toil A sight to my eyes Joyous! The person fills my vision Heart squeezing fasterPainful Confusion
Slide to the right And the heart holds fast Upon my liquid life Another is there And my vision blurs.
Keeping with honor A smile and wave I do still offer And then they continue onward Towards their movie in the cave
I picture I did so offer To take the person to Turned down Shot down A burning wreckage was the coffer
I bring my hands up to my chest After my heart is rent My hands


DepressedThe wind whirls 'round mine body Fleeting brush across my skin Touch reaching into me boldly Icy grip is so very akinDepressed
To the emotions I find lacking.
Wind's sheltering embrace Prevents the sun from touching me Shielding my eye with its encase So I cannot see
My actions, so fleeting.
The people that mock, Their snipes striking my shelter Yet even as I walk or talk, The utterances become quieter
What I do, fading.
The people who seem to care With their words full of advice Don't seem to know how much I
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