Set in silver
braids of gold
memories of days of old

Stiff lace collar
eyes of blue
inner beauty shining thru

Crinolines and high-topped shoes
transcendental state if muse

Hands where
They are not welcome
Against flesh too young
And too willing to please
Pushing to break the last barrier
That separates
Innocence
From exploitation
Lips parting what should be closed
Taking what is not theirs
And can never be given back
A body demands
As the other yields
Bending to its will
And calling it "love"

Sometimes I feel bored

All the people
All the places
All the things

All the same

I descend
Into fantasy

Seeing new things
Having crazy dreams

Often too far i go
Destroying my flow

Sinking and falling
Into myself

Looking
Searching
Reaching

For something new

Then cross my mind
Death comes through

Certain of a promise
Of everything new

Stagnation then sits
Just as rust pits

Coming ever closer
To destruction

But

I choose to stay
Now and everytime before

No two things
Are ever even remotely the same

Only the place
From which they came

There is always infinity more
And it is me

That makes me bored

I need to sleep
I love to sleep
The place where
The soul can creep
But i want to see
All the eyes can see
Just eternally be

In the end
What else are we

Free