It sure is such a rarity To have any kind of clarity In this pall we’re covered with - no verity Grey is not lit with any prosperity Only shroud covered lands all in a form of familiarity Knowing what is covered, but cannot see it’s true identity Shadows cast through the day of skies so cloudy A wet mist reminds - there is no remedy Sunshine does not peek or wink through an atmosphere so gloomy Dark grey grows over the land walked by one in singularity Unfortunately, having clarity is such a rarity, a sad insincerity..
When the day is gloomy, depressed, and/or down feeling. When you feel that the world about you is so far away from any of your senses....
Luck is when the fruits off one’s labors don’t spoil before harvest – when life doesn’t pluck the buck from your pocket, or the orbs from your eye sockets. To be lucky means all the yucky, mucky misfortune simply grazes the hairs on your nose. Brevity says “I am not lucky to know you”. It's miraculous to me that you held the key to my heart from the start. You are not chance, cause, nor coincidence. You are rarity. You are pleasantry. You are necessity. So as the day must become the night, so too the rays of my heart must return to rest in dusk with you ~ and for that I am forever grateful.
She's one of those beautiful mysterious ones. The one that has absolutely no clue just how radiating she is. Quiet but always thinking. When she does speak her intelligence & eloquence flows out. Kindness that melts your heart. Her humor catches you by surprise. That smile of hers fills the room with a force of enchantment. I wish she could see what I see. That she's not a **** among flowers. But that she's a ******* beautiful rose bush. Powerful with its twirling roots under ground. Those thorns.. a force to be reckoned with. She is like a closed rose bud hiding away. But my God when she opens up and blooms. You get blessed to see her for all the magnificent beauty that she is. Full of color. A rarity. Like a galaxy full of shooting stars. I wish she could see what I see.
Not all evil is dark, or wood For darkness is Deceptive, Illusions, Distortions As of truth, all that glitters is not good, evil prays On the sins of man Greed is the downfall of us all For one would Maim, ****, ****** To hold this blood diamond It bathed in blood of the past Soaked up the evil turned Pure transparency What one is, now not Tainted, Inanimate, Lust For a thing of beauty that is soaked In purestblood, how many died How many souls lost for this devil In rarity, Consumed by its beauty Vain jewel of purity that is bathed in **blood.