going wild. I have a very creative imagination, and sometimes
it takes me into the depths that most people don't grasp.
Just read carefully, and don't feel bad, if you have NO idea
what the hell I am talking about! Don't steal my shit!
We take favorable chances only to be beaten. We risk it all, to be lost at the drop of a card, taking for granted that which we do not know. How do we lose? How do we grasp a new beginning, once we have been defeated? Must we gain the conscious trust of our instincts, to start again? Beginning the cycle of trust, that is torn from our subconsciousness. Torn it is, from the fabric of existing time, that we displace in the palm of our hand, to be crushed, by the strength of our unforgiving distrust of life. The life we lead has the unexpected treasures we crave from our souls' bottomless crevices. The crevices of life house the shadows of jealousy and vanity tearing at the ever-shredding, unmendable tear that we pull at each time we breathe. The breath of forgiveness, the breath of chance fills our lungs with the chances of life and death. Inward living, outward retreating. Endlessly we chance of ourselves to fall into the crevices of life and develop the jealously vain humor of death. Everlasting emotion stands in the hallways of mystery. Mystery stares into the creeping thoughts and feelings that consume the rooms of hatred and premonition. The premonition of life stares within the sum of our fears, amongst the threaded lies of our past and future. Our future, which holds that which we know, but do not face, because our denial faces us. It masks our conscious mind, from our true self as we believe the view we see from our blinded present place. It overwhelms us with anger, but fills us with the grace we need to live our moment. The moment in time, when tranquility surrounds our mind and grasps the meaning of our intentions is savored. Tears of harmony, within the pattern of memory blind the intentions we have. We search for the light of purpose, as it shines through the risks we must take to reach it. Reaching the goal, through obstacles of the tear, around the substance of time, must conjure feelings of mistrust and foreboding cause, the cause of hunger for divinity, the divine truth of risk, when all is at stake, when all can be lost.
- Elusive �
Tears of fire, tears of blame.
Tears of terror, tears of shame.
Mumbled secrets, forgotten lies.
Depressing nature of sorrowful cries.
While we always lose sanity,
Others toil with selfish vanity.
Challenge life, as we must.
Challenge death with one's trust
Always care, always wonder.
Life will end; life will blunder.
Live life. End life.
Give up. Ease strife.
Let go, hold on.
Fail things, move on.
Sadness flaring, madness creeping.
Losing hope, bliss is seeping.
Dying is the only chance,
Whether to change or advance.
We cannot move on,
Unless we are gone.
To shut our eyes to the light,
To begin to sleep an endless night.