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And I who understand the ways of things, the little things,
this that or another, I will stand and fight, I will I swear, till the tip is
buried and words are unspoken, I am one to carry on while others have gone.
Bring the mantle and cry for my lord, god…, staring down at a wounded soul that
fears the world unbeknownst to him. Why am I such as so, wearing only the words
that brought me into being, I feel lost more than ever before, still I must
take another step forward, fear be damned and forgotten, hope is all I need
know, all I need to feel and hold. I wish there was more but hope must go on,
carry on, brought before all that would bow before my lord. I am the humble,
the unbeknownst, let it be so and on shall I of we that is such and so
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| She smelled like roses, soft roses...though her hair was
black...nothing like the color but i could feel the red underneath.
like the blood coursing through her body i knew it was there, enticing
me with its soft passionate smell. The thorns were there to, entwined
to her very soul so if you squeezed her you'd pay for such barbaric
behavior. But i knew my bounds, knew hers as well...to a point.
Touching her fingertips with mine, she turned with a gliding grace,
gazing at me with those eyes, curious as to what had fallen into her
trap. I guided my other hand around her waist to the small of her back
and pulled her ever so slightly closer, not wanting to spook my prey.
Though i knew the game of hunter and hunted was yet to be decided i
already wanted more of her scent, her touch. I smoothed our hands out
in front of us and took a step foward, hers drawing away as to
comply with the dance. It had begun, this dance with a dangerous rose i
now found latching itself around me. the boundaries between beauty and
grace blending with killer and choking intent. I smiled to myself as we
looked into each others eyes, at first calculating and judging. The
flip flopping of who had who and who wanted what skating around the
confines of imagination. I knew i wanted everything i could get but
that path lead to bloodshed upon her sharpened thorns, hidden within
the foliage of her desire. Small pools of darkened night stared up at
me and i found myself slipping...this was something new...something
unexpected. I felt myself drop into a sea of uncaring
because...well...this was a women, something to cherish and hold as i
did now. Something to enjoy for the flower she is, blooming in all her
glory and i held her in my hand. No blood poured from me and i held
her. She let me and i felt...divine. I closed my eyes and bowed my
head, the scent of her richness delving deep into my senses and i
finally took the next step. Drawing my feet before hers i led her on
through the willows of the dance floor. Other couples merely part of
the decor i had set down in my mind. Marble floors covered in lichen
and moss, flecked with small grasses as trees swayed around me to the
beat. I held her closer, her warmth breaching into mine, the push of
her chest as she inhaled my illusion, tasting of my creativity and
finding joy in it. I knew this moment wasn't forever but i danced like
it was, on through the brushes, over the hills, her dress draped around
her, hair tumbling in a ghostly breeze that only we could feel. Her
head dipped down to my shoulder and there it stayed as we finished our
waltz through the gardens, her guard lost, her thorns drawn inside, her
petals brushing my cheek as she thanked me for the wonderful dance. I
let her go as she walked away, smiling. I felt something in my hand.
She had pressed something into it as the final note left the warm air
in our walk through Spring. A slim like chain held a small red rose
blossom, thorns framing its exterior along with a little crumpled note.
I could only stare at the blood red petals, the smell of her drifting
back into my mind. Careful i pulled the chain and held the trinket
before my eyes. The thorns were sharp but i no longer feared their
pain. I knew the heart of the rose now, how to touch her where others
would bleed. Holding up the note i saw simple but elegant handwriting
of several numerals lined up. I pocketed the note but held the piece of
metal in my hand, cool to the touch, feeling the thorns prick but
nothing more. Heading outside into the cold dark i whispered into the
night "goodnight... my precious flower of passion... and thorns"
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| A victory
though subtle it may be
a prick here, a slash there
blood is blood no matter where it springs
a dreadful glint, what a masterpiece
Oh i feel the desire
churning for more, more to be seen
You must be weak, ready to cease
i understand if we stop
and seek your peace
by all means, don't worry about me
i merely want more for my vision
because you see, in order to paint your death
i need much more of you to bleed
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| It's amazing that I have had this thing for 4 years now...since Oct. 23rd, 2003....a lot of memories on this blog.
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There are things in my head
Which you might
Im afraid
Never be privy to
Why
not
When you are
After all something
Better?
Then…something….else?
Maybe you aren’t
Worthy
Or
Maybe you are but
don’t
Show
It
That’s it, you roll over it
Forshadowit
Forsakeallthemeaningtill
Theyjustjubble…or something
Yeah
Will
leave it at that
Or something
I like that
Wouldn’t you
Like
that
You’re confused
Probably I would be
For
sure
Maybe it’s art
Or something else
Maybe
it’s
Just writing or a
peak a small peak
A peak none the less asmallpeak
Smaller
Less
Less
Yes, that’s close, but it doesn’t explain much
Not that it would not
really
It takes awhile to understand
That
Maybe its just
Not
meant to really
You know
Matter
Because what I say really
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| So what, I am human,
and being
that is
just is
which is
that which
I was
that I can’t help
but be
makes me mad, sad and confused
wondering why that is
that I am
that which I can
or can not, be
for you see
it is
like a bee in the sky buzzing round, up so high
don’t you see
can it be misunderstood?
probably
but it still
seems to me
that you don’t
agree
let alone
disagree
that I
you and me
might have been
or never be
but so what, lets just say so that every day
because
I am you
you are me!?
possibly
I must think
for incredible
happenings!
just end it
will you
if you please
for the sake
of humanity! | | |
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