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1)Does romance have a chance?
2)Will the memories of the past continue to last?
3)Can love return from high above?
4)How does one feed this ever wanting need?
5)Is there a gift for a lonely heart’s drift?
6)Why does nothing concede to a soul unfreed?
7)Where is the cure for the pain we endure?
8)Who could ever win, if we are all born from sin?
9)To those caught in denial, how long is a while?
10)Are we to blame for our lives being to tame?
11)Does the sun remind you of anyone?
12)Will just one day ever go our way?
13)Can we ever find that which we left behind?
14)How low can humanity go and do we want to know?
15)Is there a way for us our feelings to convey?
16)Why do we forever miss our first heartfelt kiss?
17)Where is the book with all the answers for which we look?
18)Who was it that said, “Chivalry is dead”?
19)To where do we turn to find that for which we yearn?
20)Are you able to answer any of these, tell me please?
We’ve all shared these feelings moments of despair,
times where it feels like we are but on a team comprised of only one.
I’ve been here one too many times it seems,
it’s like being trapped on a carousel,
going around and around, too fast to jump off.
Then once you get used to it, the carousel slows down, eventually it stops,
then starts again for the next ride, in the opposite direction.
The thing is, we never want the ride to stop,
we don’t want to get off, not when it’s going slow, it’s enjoyable.
Things constantly change, pretty soon it’s moving too fast again,
there’s but one thing we must remember, we are all stuck on this carousel.
Looking into passionate eyes,
blue with golden sun in skies.
Eyes in which there is so much to see,
as I continue to look, I wonder what will be.
Caught in their spell, I continue to look,
they tell so much, it could easily fill a book.
Sometimes I wonder why these passionate eyes,
keep holding me fast, they look so wise.
As I continue to stare it comes clearer,
it’s time for me to stop,
looking in the mirror.
Last night, there was something amiss,
somewhere the universe went off kilter, the balance broken.
It will change everything, to the very fibers of existence,
an alteration in the balance of the electron, disturbing on a molecular level.
Balance, existence, hand in hand, if the first should looses weight
the later becomes swayed to the heavier side of the scale.
Here on our tiny grain of sand, lain by fate upon the universal beach,
there is a question of our impact on the existence of being.
Humanity, quoting God, “My children have become a disgrace”, somewhere in Genesis 6:
there is no balance to be had upon earth, save for that in certain individuals,
modern day druids.
Never again will I be such a fool,
I must have thought I was invincible,
I fell damned hard, and it hurt.
Soaring O’ so high, I was free then,
maybe that is why it happened, I wasn’t ready for my freedom,
there was something more that I had to learn.
Before I fell, everything was given to me,
there was nothing that I couldn’t get through what is for me,
very simple manipulation.
I think we all hate it when karma finally sneaks up when we aren’t watching,
when it gives us that swift kick in our complacency that we so readily deserve.
Now everything has changed for me, things work again now,
there’s no way that I could ever forget what happened to me.
It hurt.
There is so much that I have to say,
too many rampant ideas floating about,
I really should sort them some day.
The thoughts constantly keep flooding my mind,
too many voices in my mind, yammering about,
some are cold, others light, the dark, the kind.
Lately, I’ve been missing my old alter ego,
his name is “Fluffy The Wonder Bunny”,
He’s really cute, I met him a few years ago.
I remember when Fluffy was exposed to the world,
he wanted to do something that was funny,
so he got drunk that night, then he hurled.
Ok, you think I’m nuts, but I’m very serious,
Fluffy is real, he does exist,
if you’re lucky, you’ll meet him, he’s hilarious!
In a sick and demented way, Fluffy is really funny
just don’t ever get him pissed,
because you’ll meet the evil side of,
“Fluffy The Wonder Bunny.
I was blessed by an angel today,
it is something I will never forget.
Looking up from my lonely position,
I was captured by her beauty,
enhanced by the aura of sunlight around her incredible body.
Her smile was incredible too,
removing my loneliness instantly,
she came down onto my level to join me,
she wanted to know me.
As we sat there, together now,
we talked, she told me her name,
loneliness removed I opened to her,
offering all.
I showed her my heart,
who I was, all I am, she smiled,
touching my heart, she told me it was good.
For the rest of my years in this life I will hold her name,
just knowing it is so very special, the gift I received today,
when I was blessed by an angel.
As of late many of my feelings were far too dark to share with others,
rape murder and sexual sin, dominating half my day, often more.
Typically, I write of that in my life, usually everything is based upon experience or desire,
lately I’ve been writing about a serial killer, in vivid detail.
The more I write about him and his excessively perverse and sick fetishes,
the more I begin to know him, as though there’s understanding in why he does this for pleasure.
In all honesty, my writings are only that, writings,
I know not where the thoughts are born, something tells me I don’t rightly want to know.
Since the dawn of this new millennium, I have composed my greatest pieces yet,
on average about five each day, maintaining a balance of love and darkness,
one must keep these equal.
I can only hope that in my thoughts things stay level, if the darkness should rule me,
well read my writings, it’s scary, I manage to disgust myself at times, that’s very hard to do.
I will enjoy it while it lasts, raping the darkness, defiling it in use of light,
by darkness I have found ways of capturing love and joy.
Don’t take any of this the wrong way, I’m happy now,
feeling my best in some four years now, the better it gets,
the more I want to enjoy it, as of late.