My eyes sliced
Through the lies twice
As I saw the truth hide
Inside

They cut through the mind
And the darkness blind
When I saw the hearts crime
Shine onto mine

Into the windows
Of the soul
A wind blows cold
Over the meadows
And grasses grown

The frost was lost
On the blades of us
Cutting through the sun
And all that was
A silent ear spoke sound

Then her mirror
Wiped a smiles fear
Of ever turning upsidedown

And there was a background
Of a record which played
An old song
That left our hearts on the floor

My ***** would never clove
In this deck of cards I hold
My wallet kept telling me to fold

Luck had ran out of town
With time and a wound
Which called me old
And caught me alone

I looked up
Into the universes dream
And saw the planets scream
For love

Saturn is losing her rings
And pluto is a different being
With nobody around
To be or not to be

Much like electricity,
I travel the path of least resistance.
Combined with my eccentricity,
this puts a damper on my persistence.

It is said we should take the path less travelled,
but, in itself, that leads to isolation.
Before we have the mysteries of life unravelled,
we are told this with no consolation...

Society is such that "intellects" can't thrive.
It's created for masses, which works somewhat well...
For an "intellect" to find intrinsic drive,
This runs the risk of creating a shell.

If we are all nodes in circuit,
expected to be independent,
how do we know if it's all really worth it?
Who becomes our psychological defendant?

C'est la vie, and such are these musings...
All I write about will likely never change.
I just find it morbidly amusing,
maybe I'm slightly deranged...

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Scent like its spring
feel like the summer breeze
in the meadows were chartreuse weeds

Sweet Gardenia, dearest one
your petals shine the moonlight
and grace the rays of the sun
a touch of you,
deliquescing as canvas hues
how the world's heart told tales
in visions anew

Of any color you choose to be
white, as resemblance of purity
your scent forge to every desperate nose
a sneeze which bring forth arose
and with all to guarantee
your aroma is no match in any of thee

Oh Gardenia, Sweet Gardenia
vulnerable, gentle and free
sailing the skies above, praising every tree
sigh, as she waltzes with me

But Gardenia, Sweet Gardenia
when will the world stop hating you
grieving in delitescent
burying your every truth
shadows washing, dreams forgetting
soon as winter swept all of you