I can't entirely express this feeling.
It's very oblique in itself.
Eloquent and introspective.
It bends me in ways I don't feel comfortable in front of you.

I needed to tell you.
A small gift to the reader.
So we made this series.
The ****** and the emotional.

Do I wait upon the summers eve.
When the light is spread out among the trees.
I can feel my other half encroach.
But that's not the point.

She swore to me fealty and love.
She's gone among the whispers of the wind.
I still hear her through the vine.
But that's not the point.

I have lost the ones I cared about.
I have purged those not worth caring about.
We are one without equal.
But that's not the point.

I am alone. Always have been.
Always will be.
Alone.
But that's not the point.

I am this way for now.
Broken, condemned, alienated
Unique, interesting, alive.
But that's not the point.

The point is to hurt you.
The point is to heal you.
I want you to feel.
My ignorant friend.

This is not a story I wanted to tel.
Never a feeling I wanted to share.
But to get through to you required this.
My heart bore in the words of poetry.

Because I am god in his glory.
I am a freak marking his territory.
No one more murderous as I.
There is no savior who wanted more to die.

End? There is no end. No conclusion for this cursed.
For this blessed
In his mind.
In his heart.
Without love.
Without fear.
Please. Walk with me, I would like to imprint myself on you.
Would you let me walk on your road?
In your life?
Or am I just crumbling.
Together at last.
Bringing me down.
Momentarily at union.

Only for a moment, then disappear into the blackness.
The blackness that so many now inhabit.

Though green his not to *** without love
The feeling of cheers still as hot
After the brawl a trademark left - his evil laughed

Princesses are quite shy at first
But how could they neglect his touch of dearness
How could they've known that they're catching a pretending caress

He  love to hear the sound of those dames while they're tickled
Those are music to his ear
He love to behold the beauty of those ladies while they're naked
Those are art in his eyes

Alas! Thy virginity was taken away
Thy pureness was broken like a glass
To the air thy clamor burst
The adjective left to thy mouth was a cursed
A cursed for him, the BIG BIG WOLF....



Written: July 27, 2001 @ 3:20 pm

nom de plum: Mysterious Aries

I walked past the shop and felt eyes watching me.
I stopped in my tracks and thought, “Can it be?”
From the wall hung a tiny man made of straw
With black beads for eyes and a gaping maw.
He looked at me, and I looked at him,
And without even meaning to, I stepped on in.
The shop owner saw me.  “You like him, eh?”
My head moved up and down, but my brain screamed, “No way!”
The straw man was packaged in a brown, paper bag.
I pulled out my wallet and then I paid.
I was handed my purchase and was told, “Good day.”
And I swear my bag chuckled as I walked away.

Maybe we both are cursed
By the mistaken time
Who cast a spell
And made us fell

In between the high grass
And the tall trees,
The love we share
Is a myth of unfair

Recall the sunrise
You brought for a gift
It's filling my eyes
With sunset adrift

I want you and
You want me
But that reason is never
Good enough to make us be