Friday, June 15, 2007


in this world
of inconsistancy

i dance
like the small

in a wake
of a mighty wind

i dream of a race
that knows
more of self
then i ever could

can't you see
in that light
through slanted eyes
that ancient need

only filled by your
self satisfaction

i was right

so long ago

standing alone

reflecting on a people

only gratified by pain

silence followed love
down the twisted halls

locker lined lessons
in social disfucntion

oh well

the illusions run
away with me again

i am possesed by possesions

wanted by lovers
and loved by none

i tread down
the shadowy tracks
of soul seclusion

playing a game
with myself
i walk through the
rain again

suffering incomparable
to starvation

i am tryly centered in
the wrong direction

counter-weighed by

i rock above the waves
i see the sea of hands

there i confide
in unfamiliar eyes

'cause icons fall
but never die...

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