Standing over myself
Cinematic symbolism intricately woven
Watching life go by
As thoughts cease
Emotions become
Sharp as needles
Piercing every lost concept

Awakening the mind
And resurfacing that
Primitive, unfounded instigation
To exist without fear
To seek pleasure, but

We destroy ourselves to become one
With the surroundings we can never
Touch; our contact is inane

We see their faces
In our dreams
But the actions
Speaking only to us
Are hidden from view

The moment we step from the pool
Of our own qualitative perception
Ripple, rippled, calming
Until nothing is left
But a scar

You are
Interspersed
Between the lines
Of fate and fortune

You are
Fleeting
and flittering
On the cusp
Of reality
And fantasy

You are teemed
With my thoughts
Of love lasting,
And love lost

You are
My treasured jealousy
My wrath
And my bemusement

You are my
Ideal,
Wrapped in leaves of gold
To cover your iron

Yet,
You are light
And smooth;
Almost weightless
I cannot grasp
Your heart
I think you to
Be entertaining many
And loving none, or few
You are beguilement
And empty promises

You are the reason
I get up every morning
And wonder
If I will ever be loved
Like I love you
Yet,
forever you claim
To love the me
You cannot even see

By way of fate
you separate your heart
from what is real,
for in your knowing imposition,
you exhume appeal.

It is to turn away from flowing,
that you learn of ever growing
things within your own pariah's haven.

Patronize yourself in madness;
flicker in the dark.
Surround yourself with solitude,
and isolate your art.

You are the voice of ages.
You exist to turn the pages
fate is writ upon,
and wrought from nothing,
you will carry on forever.

Hark, your inner voice
is stark and screaming.
Rise.
Uncompromising
in your gleaming

Another cloudy day
Much to my dismay
Of course, the wind
Ever befitting,
My thoughts, rescind
Somehow both fleeting and constant

As my mind turns to nonsense
Much like my whims and woes
The rain begins to fall
The wind and I dance toe to toe

Before I think to regret it all
Before a drop might meet my face
My feet will shift, and nature, race

And though I truly know
That it will only grow
The world beyond me, now erased
My cares beseech my woes

We danced a lifetime
Storm and I
Forever, without a cause
Yet never to wet, mine
Still I'm dry
Thus met, am I, with thunder's own applause

The clouds finally clear
The sun, a spotlight, sheer
The wind implores a journey to bore
And carries me to nowhere near
Yet, still, I look before
And am consumed by fear
Knowing again, I'll meet the storm

Keep smiling your
Empty Smiles
You won’t be feeling them
For a while
If you keep wallowing
In your bile
You’ll never change, love

So keep
Rising from your ashes
And avoid those
Painful clashes
Of emotion;
Mental thrashes
Eased by your
Favorite drug

Once all of your
Traits have changed
Will you
No longer be deranged
Or just in a
Different kind of cage
Walk off the stage, love

Spectacular,
though you may be
You’re not a spectacle
Don’t you see
And this receptacle
To your grief
Should be disposed of

The panic
The dread
The manic depression
Ah, but so life flows!
The love
The hate
When things are great
Ah, how life does flow!

In angst, we dance, for we romance, of how our lives might go!
And ever a stranger, but never in danger, for ever might life go on.

The plumage of eternal sin
wherein the magnitude of all
aghast and umbrage black
should lie upon
the loft of casting's sorrow

An empty locket
shedded promises
gold now worn as jaded copper
faded through the gilded clasps
And ever noire, to your reflection

Press within
The mirror, more to hold
The soul of songs you've lost
To setting frost of vague emotions

There is no picturesque
In somnolence and rotting
So dispense of what's forgotten
Reinvigorate your urge besot

You are nought and augur
Yours are liminal and soft
Solace brimming signals
To alliance of the
Prescient