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What are you waiting for?
Calmness washing over my soul
Scraping its way through my psyche'
Out, out, far away, It floats
Drums beating that rhythmic tune
Up above rainbows of colour.
My lost self drifting away
washing my soul
i harbor no desire to tell of my childhood
not because it represented me as a victim
of everlasting humiliation or presented pain
but because i am no longer actively part of it.....
i have this massive conviction of mind
that some great event has taken place
to forever change the coarse of my life
and it stands clearly altered before me.....
with the result that everything
that has happened is now unimportant
to awaken tomorrow to cross a huge bridge
built at great height to lead me where life does.....
not because i choose to live there
but because my life has transpired there
without consent, without me having previous
knowledge, lead by forces not for me to judge.....
what does it matter what transpired
already, fate asks? yesterday was but a
day that is forever lost, a time of no matter
for me great things are yet to have become.....
Crazy..
Inheritant looniness
Her mind travels, long gone.
They see her smile
The happiness a shroud for pain
it creeps, the darkness
lunacy gone wild
and no one knows
how dangerous she is
watch her.. her eyes...
you dont know the level
snap, crackle, pop...
She thinks the speed of light
resides in her brain.
Lost, gone, checked OUT!
Spinning around
Light, camera, action!
and another day dawns...
Acceptance
To be loved, she knows one must feel worthy of such a thing.
Acceptance
To be cared for, she knows she must feel in need of being cared for.
Acceptance
To be honoured, she knows she must honour herself.
Acceptance
She knows she has not accepted these things.
Acceptance
She weeps, for she blocks the one things she craves.
Acceptance...
On wings of a bird
She rides in darkness
Waiting, watching
She sees yet is unseen.
Across vast land
hidden from a world
riding upon the wind
She knows
She hears the chimes
Of time gone by
without the knowledge
Of one to hold her dear.
She feels the wind
whistling through the air
without the heat
Of ones passion so deep.
She knows one is near
to knowing what she is
in depth of her soul
She waits
A staggering step
Moot points made
I stand at the edge
Thoughts in prose
Cravings, And yet
I teeter at the abyss.
Strawberry Death
Liquid red dreams
Dancing under a
Bloodied moon
Strawberry Death
She is real
Yet she is not what you think
Wishing.. waiting
Lost yet found
She is an enigma
to wait.. to wish
Darkened shroud of sun
Moon baying
Wishing..waiting
light dancing within shadows.
black rose dragon on the prowl
forbidden from her fruit
Lays in waiting, fiery passion
Vixen dripping in gold
Skin aglow tempting, beckoning..
Slowly creeping closer
Fiery turmoil at her gaze
Her eyes unvailing her control
black rose dragon on the prowl..
dances of eletrical sparks
floating on the air
Night sky eluding to
Surreal dreams of fury & desire..
