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 Jan 2014 Alicia
Satsuki
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 Jan 2014 Alicia
Satsuki
Perpetual sadness
That's all this is
Just a melancholy mind
And a black soul
Twisting together  
To create a darkness
That envelops every
Happy emotion I have
Until they become
Nothing more than
Neutral, dull, nothingness
I can't feel exitement
My laughter is always forced
My smile never stays
My heart always breaks
Perpetual sadness
That's all my life has become
A rerun
Of nothingness
Thinking hard about you
I got on the bus
and paid 30 cents car fare
and asked the driver for two transfers
before discovering
that I was
alone.
WIFE and servant are the same,
But only differ in the name :
For when that fatal knot is ty'd,
Which nothing, nothing can divide :
When she the word obey has said,
And man by law supreme has made,
Then all that's kind is laid aside,
And nothing left but state and pride :
Fierce as an eastern prince he grows,
And all his innate rigour shows :
Then but to look, to laugh, or speak,
Will the nuptial contract break.
Like mutes, she signs alone must make,
And never any freedom take :
But still be govern'd by a nod,
And fear her husband as a God :
Him still must serve, him still obey,
And nothing act, and nothing say,
But what her haughty lord thinks fit,
Who with the power, has all the wit.
Then shun, oh ! shun that wretched state,
And all the fawning flatt'rers hate :
Value yourselves, and men despise :
You must be proud, if you'll be wise.
Cycle

The end of the beginning.
The beginning of end.
This endless cycle that causes my sin.

The greatest guy.
A worthless ****.
Who am I? Where do I fit?

Sunshine. Rain.
Glory. Shame of pain.
Giving all. Then taking the cane.

Strike me when I want too much,
with silence of what I need to hear.
I'm so strong. Paralyzed with fear.

There's every answer. None.
I ponder if it's just in fun.
But reality needs gun control.

Is there nothing more,
Than round and round?
Is this the only love we've found?

Is it love? I can't tell.
But the smell, the touch,
The laughter is hell.

I want more. It doesn't exists.
You'd think so with that kiss.
It's just a tease to miss.

Intelligence intertwined with stupidity.
We both are enlightened idiots.
Knowing the way; choosing the other path.

Aftermath, my sin; is it your holiness?
When I'm broken, you're complete?
When I'm whole, you're in sin?

I see everything perfectly.
And not at all.
Chaos abounds my head, heart and soul.

Just passion. That's all.
For you. For self.
Building an ice castle that protects; that your words melt.

Cycle.
Where do we get off?
The end of the beginning or the beginning of end?
 Jan 2014 Alicia
Lola
Sweet Night
 Jan 2014 Alicia
Lola
Sweet is the night, devoid of the rush and bustle,
Devoid of daylight's struggle and brutal hustle,
And my fear as through dark alleys I go run, running

Sweet is the night, devoid of the crush and muscle
Of a thousand bodies, and their compressed sadness weighing

Sweet is the night, silent is God's nocturnal music
Like a river, the darkness is, and soothing
Black like the cosmos ever moving
Sleek like the slippery silver surface
Of the dream webs of my mind

All content, we do not scream
Or through need of the bold, tread hard
At night we tiptoe a poet's ballet
And sing hushed rhythms like a heart's song pumping
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