SexyDavion
10-23-05, 09:14 AM
the melancholy of these words sing volumes unheard breathe
lifes essence a mere message perturbed..hopefully u recieve perfection
before the lesson is burned..concieved through flamable winchimes
beaten by the sweetest connection through the breath of the earth..
And since you know you cannot see yourself,
so well as by reflection, I, your glass,
will modestly discover to yourself,
that of yourself which you yet know not of....Shakespear
blessings are torn caressing the gentleness of the harshest
extremities with the tip of and ice pick..the smoldering
cold extricates trickles into thee..entering the blood stream
causing a rippling masking a boiling sensation..creating
a horrifc tickling..
Sitting here sensibly glancing into a mirror holding
a ruler trying to measure your density..frustration
setting in restraining the bliss from thee..trying to remain
calm admist the feat if thy should err atlest the image thine seen
will witness ostensibly
and What do you see a man adorned magnifcently from head to toe
but under his clothes his flesh is torn exposing broken bones
and a scarlett heart punctured by destinys dart of old
dilemmas one would never have known going off looks alone
his facial features are as one that casts a stone
a rigid rock that skips against the waves..thus
distracting the flow..adding to the woes until the
stone casted became a monlith throwned without fracturing a bone..
And thus I clothe my naked villainy
With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ;
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil...Shakespear
Depression latches to you till your soul evades your
body as a whole..leaving your anatomy to roam lookin
for a deity to fill the hole..meanwhile your soul searches
high and low..for a place to go...but none is found
so it returns to see demons infesting his home..
with thoughts whispering as soft as a cymbal
a look into your windows before you blink one would think
to bet that you are a crazed man,just to get caught in
a swindle..because what you resemble is only normality
considering the pressure of there sanity causing
them to limbo..just to avoid the inevitable they
ignore the vital points of lifes thread ..sheltering
them from the hurt like a thimble..
So lifes riddle remains unanswered..they prance around
aimlessly inwardly calling for guidance..there fate they
never mastered..silently romancing disaster a terpsichore of death
blindfolded amongst the serpents performing a dance of chanters
Until the gOds were tempted lifting there hedge of might leaving
the misguided foot to be bitten..now smitten with death mixed with
ignorance..stumbling down a narrow path steppin..sinking in adolescence
a journey all endeavor to partake but fall short along the way...
There is a great deal of wishful thinking in such cases;
it is the easiest thing of all to deceive one’s self.
Demosthenes
trapped in a dream designed by self that thou will not to be freed
for freedom will bring seeds of selfawareness embedded
in seams so its true to say that you enslaved yourself or so it seems
that your desires are met in this world where thou art Supreme being
as the earth spins around thee a century goes by unnoticed
drowned out by your nominal reality
...........imagination seems to numb your pain..
genuine lies and deciet sit on factual notes
...........while you sit and strum your brain..
and hit the dishonest chords over and over until they
become the truest tones you ever known....
you continue to live life blind until your soul and death elope
and intwine in hope that set in between teeth never to be eaten
cuz reality was too much to swallow and you where scared to choke
So you lay there dying peacfully your decietful sleep..such
a tragedy when death your awakened to reality but your lies
in the life before convinces you thats is just a dream...a
mere fantasy...
lifes essence a mere message perturbed..hopefully u recieve perfection
before the lesson is burned..concieved through flamable winchimes
beaten by the sweetest connection through the breath of the earth..
And since you know you cannot see yourself,
so well as by reflection, I, your glass,
will modestly discover to yourself,
that of yourself which you yet know not of....Shakespear
blessings are torn caressing the gentleness of the harshest
extremities with the tip of and ice pick..the smoldering
cold extricates trickles into thee..entering the blood stream
causing a rippling masking a boiling sensation..creating
a horrifc tickling..
Sitting here sensibly glancing into a mirror holding
a ruler trying to measure your density..frustration
setting in restraining the bliss from thee..trying to remain
calm admist the feat if thy should err atlest the image thine seen
will witness ostensibly
and What do you see a man adorned magnifcently from head to toe
but under his clothes his flesh is torn exposing broken bones
and a scarlett heart punctured by destinys dart of old
dilemmas one would never have known going off looks alone
his facial features are as one that casts a stone
a rigid rock that skips against the waves..thus
distracting the flow..adding to the woes until the
stone casted became a monlith throwned without fracturing a bone..
And thus I clothe my naked villainy
With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ;
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil...Shakespear
Depression latches to you till your soul evades your
body as a whole..leaving your anatomy to roam lookin
for a deity to fill the hole..meanwhile your soul searches
high and low..for a place to go...but none is found
so it returns to see demons infesting his home..
with thoughts whispering as soft as a cymbal
a look into your windows before you blink one would think
to bet that you are a crazed man,just to get caught in
a swindle..because what you resemble is only normality
considering the pressure of there sanity causing
them to limbo..just to avoid the inevitable they
ignore the vital points of lifes thread ..sheltering
them from the hurt like a thimble..
So lifes riddle remains unanswered..they prance around
aimlessly inwardly calling for guidance..there fate they
never mastered..silently romancing disaster a terpsichore of death
blindfolded amongst the serpents performing a dance of chanters
Until the gOds were tempted lifting there hedge of might leaving
the misguided foot to be bitten..now smitten with death mixed with
ignorance..stumbling down a narrow path steppin..sinking in adolescence
a journey all endeavor to partake but fall short along the way...
There is a great deal of wishful thinking in such cases;
it is the easiest thing of all to deceive one’s self.
Demosthenes
trapped in a dream designed by self that thou will not to be freed
for freedom will bring seeds of selfawareness embedded
in seams so its true to say that you enslaved yourself or so it seems
that your desires are met in this world where thou art Supreme being
as the earth spins around thee a century goes by unnoticed
drowned out by your nominal reality
...........imagination seems to numb your pain..
genuine lies and deciet sit on factual notes
...........while you sit and strum your brain..
and hit the dishonest chords over and over until they
become the truest tones you ever known....
you continue to live life blind until your soul and death elope
and intwine in hope that set in between teeth never to be eaten
cuz reality was too much to swallow and you where scared to choke
So you lay there dying peacfully your decietful sleep..such
a tragedy when death your awakened to reality but your lies
in the life before convinces you thats is just a dream...a
mere fantasy...