Lines form illegible illusions known only to me
The cloud has dropped signaling the falling of the sky
I am not the first to be trapped in this fog,
But at this moment none of them matter
I have seen too many painted images promising greatness
Colors intertwined on a silver screen
They have filled me with dreams followed by a disclaimer
Absolute euphoria or uttter despair
Then one further, for the images are unattainable in reality
And reality is the hell in which I must roam
So I shall create my own euphoria
Chemistry shall provide nirvana
Altering the conciousness shall be my salvation
No matter what the cost
That has allowed me to create
That has allowed me to conjure images all my own
As flesh turns to dust, the colors will merge
Truth & beauty from pioneering
Bruised & Bloodied Skin
O, How my soul covets physical pain
Tolerable pain is that with an origin
Pain from that never empty well of despair
Is maddening
Irony plays a cruel game
My thoughts envy that hurting fascia
Though they are what necessitated the injury
A few seconds of burning will lead to
A flying and unfearful pshyche
So the injury is inflicted
Then a few minutes of mind pacing waiting
Seconds drag out like hours
Then, at last! The reprieve
Flying, floating, Painless indifference
So what if there is no enlightenment, no love, no art, no insight....
There is no pain
for my dear JP.. much love to you at this difficult time:
He lies among satin framed in flowers
Less expression than stone across his face
Tears quench the faces of the beloved
While one remains painfully parched
The origin of free flowing salt none other than the obvious
One lies in omissive guilt
As others orate thru pain
Isolated feelings escalate to swooning despair
Newly released details
Shoot thru the heart and lodge in the gut
Trivialities of daily existance
Take on monumental importance
Grief ridden guilt consumes all other thoughts
Shuffling through all the now gone opportunities
Battallions of analogies stand to attention
For their first inspection
And it is here one glimpse of solace is seen
Irony sounds its unique rhythm
Though I did not know him
I know my soul
KMC Community Forums
Aug 12th, 2005 09:11 PM
I knew you were good. 
