A wise oracle once said,
"Men shall become slaves
to the mocking light
of a yellow stone
They shall wage
wars over it
They shall go mad
with fanaticism
They shall blind themselves with
its emptiness and
care for it as their valuable catastrophe

It will ******* weak hearts
It will trick the righteous in a dark,bottomless pit
with no way out for anyone

...

In the end that magnificent,
sparkling stone
will bring out the hungry beasts
in all of us
and polish them
taint them cunningly
with its infinitely depthless beauty"

Maturity begins
when you can be proven wrong
without feeling like you've lost.

Lyrical James,
Lyrical James,
He thought he and Anna were a team,
A bond so tame,
It never required a name.
She was his dame,
And He, her aim,
A relation so natural,
Never at all brutal,
They rose from the same vine,
And fell in the same line,
Together they rest fine.
With his crimson flush,
And her infinite blush,
They may the perfect hush……
Lyrical James,
Troubled James,
so frustrated and passed out,
His dream world has caved in.
That dreadful loss
Of someone so just,
Broke his trust,
Her name, they mention,
That height...the long vision,
Now lies with an unsound notion.
He’s being dealt with,
Where are his wits?
Could he summon them now?
He’d wished for a heavenly dew,
A shadow, where he could bask and reason,
To seek a better lesson,
For the coming seasons,
His curse, he now sees as a blessing.