I don't really know why I post.
[3/21/06]
And sitting, retching, mawing and the clouds that fail to see, there are ghosts that haunt my mind like weeping willows. The bending branches breaking in a wind of fervent sunshine. There’s not a penny left to pay for the privilege that we share. So into the deepest blue, and out of the waters loving locks, I fly and swim and walk, cajoling and careening in and out of control. With witnesses abound, I pantomime, acting out the discouraging appointment of my lie infested life. But acting is the way that I’ve survived. Pleading and begging with myself for just one more show, the last hurrah, the curtain call calls and the lies I tell myself just grow and grow until the grandiosity is too much for even me to believe and I crumble in the spotlight and my tears are the only thing I’ve left to show. And then black. The equalizer of color, all hues surrender to the all-powerful shade. And like the power of that spectrum specter, I channel the persona of that color until I am able to wash away all the thoughts and antiquated beliefs that cloud my mind with pontifications and regressed intents. I am now neutral black, unable to be shifted.
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And sitting, retching, mawing and the clouds that fail to see, there are ghosts that haunt my mind like weeping willows. The bending branches breaking in a wind of fervent sunshine. There’s not a penny left to pay for the privilege that we share. So into the deepest blue, and out of the waters loving locks, I fly and swim and walk, cajoling and careening in and out of control. With witnesses abound, I pantomime, acting out the discouraging appointment of my lie infested life. But acting is the way that I’ve survived. Pleading and begging with myself for just one more show, the last hurrah, the curtain call calls and the lies I tell myself just grow and grow until the grandiosity is too much for even me to believe and I crumble in the spotlight and my tears are the only thing I’ve left to show. And then black. The equalizer of color, all hues surrender to the all-powerful shade. And like the power of that spectrum specter, I channel the persona of that color until I am able to wash away all the thoughts and antiquated beliefs that cloud my mind with pontifications and regressed intents. I am now neutral black, unable to be shifted.
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