i loved a man once who never loved me back i wish i could say my love was pure it was not i loved who you were or maybe who i thought you to be because the real you was now here standing in front me
i didn't feel that love that i had so thought i would it was in my imagination pieced together with delusion this is what you feared most why you never let yourself fall you saw right through me and i'm sorry it took this long it isn't simple it's a convoluted path but i finally got here i hope you're ok with that
Lifted from the river of routine Wring from me, the wetness of weary Let me dry upon the soil of desire I stand in fields formed by the fantastic On each vine I spy Time growing ripe and restless Hearts swelling in soft feeling Laughter long and lasting And everything is in abundance So I ****, pluck, pick Accumulating these unclaimed riches And bottle them into wine A thousand bottles I store Then the fine liquid touches my tongue Delight dances upon the taste buds And I’m wealthy, in love, in time, in laughter For years I do this Learning nothing new or worthy Banning all knowledge For even a single frayed book Could disturb All of this Bliss
Though the Isle may be different for each person, we escape there all the same..
Ancient Seat of Versailles Sweet shimmering palace Place of majestic mirrors Reflect the grand beauty you store So that each vision Is distorted and deformed Yet still retains the brilliance Of picturesque perfection Like Capitalism unsoiled Or Socialism Unspoiled A duet of ideas Promising the good life The great life Heaven, before it was hardened By revolutionaries of reality
We bleed the words we cannot say, and oh how it hurts. I am red and blue and all the colors that make you squirm. I am an embodiment of all your demons, a walking talking facade of how things could have been. I am the bags under your eyes that never go away, a reminder of why people leave without a sound and you will always love me.
cracked cement ramparts, a less than mighty bastion, swamp cooler overflow, drool down the battlement. behind the stockade walls, faceless generals barked orders to their private troops, drilled their little soldiers.
“welcome to my castle.”
you call this a castle? heat throbbing off the parking lot convinced me to chance crumbling stairs. and there, step four, flight two, i bumped into my white knight. okay, maybe more like gray. i’ll compr with silver.
Coerced by Delusion, how could he remember? To wake up cursed by Her lies stained his mind. Love seemed forgotten and coerced by delusion. How could he traverse that fine line of truth he slept so soundly on? Condemn her? Awoken, he saw True love can’t be coerced by delusion; how could he? Remember to wake up.
a world without love is a nightmare with no sleep, no rest.