Excuse me please while i go tear myself to pieces,
Welcome to where we disagree on thoughts of fidelity and broken words.
Let a chorus coincide with every time we try to leave it,
Where you stand is where i jumped to a conclusion and left the herd.
Let us part ways,
Because i cant stay
in a situation wherein i cant think straight.
Lets wait for the walls to open eyes to sunshine.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Saturday, June 6, 2009
The New Age
Intrigue.
Welcome to an age of static and instability. In this world of communication devices permanently cemented to the human ear, i find my solace in the unraveling of the human psyche. Sometimes though the pieces don't pull apart as easily as you would like. Never roadblocks, always challenges.
For me the sensuality lies within the challenge. So i find myself in dilemma. Between sex and sense lies an unfortunate contradiction; leave the perverts to their perversions, my mind is a weapon.
Intrigue.
Temptation.
Words are knives; my personality, exposed skin. With burns and rope my mind twists its way back and forth around ideas of sin and the like. Welcome to an age of static and instability. In this world of sex scandals and demoralization I find my hindrances within my own head. I've become my own worst enemy. It becomes hard to distinguish beauty through the haze, but there are always those that present themselves as undeniable.
I've never noticed the breezes from the east until now. The sun's rays have never shown as brightly as they have in the past few weeks, though they have been fleeting, brandishing their brief cameos between the summer storms. Even though for the most part the skies have been dark, the breezes have brought me solitude.
Intrigue.
Temptation.
Comfort in the breeze.
Welcome to an age of static and instability. In a world where the sunlight tries to hide from your stare, still I find my comfort in this breeze from the east.
Welcome to an age of static and instability. In this world of communication devices permanently cemented to the human ear, i find my solace in the unraveling of the human psyche. Sometimes though the pieces don't pull apart as easily as you would like. Never roadblocks, always challenges.
For me the sensuality lies within the challenge. So i find myself in dilemma. Between sex and sense lies an unfortunate contradiction; leave the perverts to their perversions, my mind is a weapon.
Intrigue.
Temptation.
Words are knives; my personality, exposed skin. With burns and rope my mind twists its way back and forth around ideas of sin and the like. Welcome to an age of static and instability. In this world of sex scandals and demoralization I find my hindrances within my own head. I've become my own worst enemy. It becomes hard to distinguish beauty through the haze, but there are always those that present themselves as undeniable.
I've never noticed the breezes from the east until now. The sun's rays have never shown as brightly as they have in the past few weeks, though they have been fleeting, brandishing their brief cameos between the summer storms. Even though for the most part the skies have been dark, the breezes have brought me solitude.
Intrigue.
Temptation.
Comfort in the breeze.
Welcome to an age of static and instability. In a world where the sunlight tries to hide from your stare, still I find my comfort in this breeze from the east.
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