"I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe" ~ Sir Philip Sidney

A lady never needs to let me know left by the wayside, a lady is not asking me to recognize her as one difficult when you find it hard to show yes, emotion, for logic rubs me raw needless to say, as I have never bought every bit of the whole package, for fun venereal disease awaits, I fear each day, Reagan and Thatcher ate coleslaw remember the '80s fondly, smitten needlessly by arrows, as desire enjoys taunting boys and girls, once bitten each person acts as if they caught on fire desire plays a lyre in love, my dear sever my head, watch the blood spurt, your face touched by acid, your ex-husband, lady objects to the idea, I cannot speak liquid destroys as if to melt disgrace each time, I look in the mirror, I cry the world has become a bit too shady mercy, if you expect me to grow weak emotion is a battleground for love kindness in action speaks louder than dry needles in my brown eyes, your eyes are red obviously, no beauty rest, instead women call thems...

Will I ever be able to get out in a deep hole, unbearable pressure left alone, left to die, I fell down deep left to die, all alone without a doubt I fell down a deep hole, everything falls even if I retrieve sunken treasure visions of the sun make me fall asleep even if this world is a dream, this hole remains a metaphor, down here, the walls build up as I sink further down in debt enter the Mariana Trench, alone all alone, left to die by myself, bet butter is sweet, if I were left a bone left a bone to nibble on, if I stole enter the depths of hell, lonely, silent trouble with metaphors, they seem so real of course, I am pouring milk into milk given the world, thrown into roles, hell-bent each day to stay above water, I feel too much, Bombyx mori , I produce silk over and done, kicked out, homeless, I spent underneath overpasses, as to steal the money back, to die, and thus, to bilk if I could pay it back, every last cent no one but myself to pat, to unseal a...

Instrumental to faith is love and trust       simply put, a lack of either is loss nothing lost, nothing gained, or so they say       obey the rules until business goes bust living is expensive, why not believe       observe the cultural barter of dross visions of success hampered by decay       eternal return of the same, to earn imaginary wreaths is to retrieve       notoriety as a kook, a mind touched by desires and dreams, attached to fire       haunted by attention, the need to bind instruction to the sound of the lyre       slip past celebrity, now, live and learn

ὁρίζων κύκλος Not every book I pick up is worthwhile only the ones that make me smile, I read the whole feed from start to finish, I wish every book ran with me mile after mile verily, I read what I can, I scan each week, the shelves at the bookstore, the need readily without argument to dish yet another novel, hell-bent with lust burning a hole in my wallet, a fan of world literature, there is no cure only snake oil, the quackery of fraud kill me before blindness makes my mind pure Imagine, I could fly with just a gust picks me up off the ground but loaded down in my backpack, a library, the wind cannot lift this flying squirrel, quarrel kindly, or not at all, so small and brown under the weight of the world, an ocean presents schools of fish as knowledge, rescind intelligence for ignorance, barrel stock full of dill pickles, to munch and crunch worth the sea in salt, is it all my fault or as bananas travel in a bunch reasons become black and blue by default travel on occasion makes e...

Solstice ~ June 21st at 02:42 UTC ~ ~ ~ The problem is, most people hate high school hate the fact they have to grow up and learn everything before becoming adults perhaps, I hated it because the cool rays of sunshine each summer disappear over the horizon, we watch time burn burn coolfireblue in our hands as the bolts lock shut the doors, moments never return everyone learned and moved on, as I fear maybe I did not realize the grains in my hands, of sand, were slipping away slipping away back then as was my mind my focus lost from drug abuse, to say only not as excuse but why the blind see only coolfireblue , never to mourn their childhood lost, long gone, long ago past people move on, they live and thrive, alive each person, full of excitement and joy only I was left behind, an outcast perhaps of my own undoing, my home life was less than functional, the mind hive entered my subconscious and left a toy how puzzled I became as others left as I stayed coolfirebl...

There are some things we cannot return to how did I become this emotional emotions are one thing, I process time remember being a kid with your friends each day is a miracle then it's gone argue and complain, if you like, give thanks realize the body starts to break down each day is a blessing, make sacrifice something we no longer do is give praise offer something up, a burnt sacrifice maybe it seems strange, perhaps, indulgent even perverse, to kill an animal that we, too, as humans, are animals how do we make sense of hegemony in our ability to lead the world nothing makes sense to me, I understand given that we are thrown into the world structures already exist forever we cannot return to childhood, to friends each day disappears with no one to hug comfort and compassion destroy sorrow absence makes the distance seem palpable nothing to do but work until I die nothing but this sorrow and suffering old things become vintage or broken down trouble with th...