Jun 23, 2004 02:26
Insomniac with a dreamer’s soul
steeling romance
from these metal detector mornings
exploitation fiend_________stop________ turn over
in your mind
role the issue
between slim finger tips
Add some color to those beaurocratic dreams
Forget dialogue and cohesion and forget
linear and metaphor
Don’t force the world to be that small
you laugh
When ever they mention “reality”
You’re faking so profound
Your faking, so profound
Opaque
like words we will one day have our revenge upon
What’s left?_______the skeleton of intention
a dream you’ve been meaning to have
you wake and don’t pretend to understand
Why she grew fangs
between her lily lips and took off
smiling into the great void_____the notion
of exsistance
Staring into… into…
connectedness is the essense of everything
everything is relative
Poetry is lies
about exsistance
When did you feel happy last?
Was it your intention?
How is it i became conscious of how foolish i am to have been searching
When you where in me all along
What words are left that would make a difference?
What could i say with out feeling ashamed?
Write a thousand words
Or write the same word a thousand times
Same difference
Walk away_______ there is no story here…