tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91308093861637805842024-08-28T02:00:53.149-06:00Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223064484424098218noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130809386163780584.post-37799799512105026332014-08-04T23:23:00.000-06:002014-08-04T23:23:45.026-06:00A touch...a thought of which<div> I wish could be</div> <div> To me I clearly see</div> <div> That just a touch would be</div> <div> More than what I could see</div> <div> For me to be</div> <div> For you to see</div> <div> That we can nor never will be</div> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223064484424098218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130809386163780584.post-91004346626359492282014-08-04T23:14:00.001-06:002014-08-04T23:16:50.525-06:00I have regretfully accepted<br /> <div> That my life disconnected</div> <div> Many a moments ago</div> <div> <br /></div> <div> <br /></div> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223064484424098218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130809386163780584.post-22899089499160294852014-08-04T23:14:00.000-06:002014-08-04T23:16:40.670-06:00I like to play...say...betray the language that we speak<br /> My way today....everyday I say<br /> Only if for but a moment<br /> I contradict...I depict...I predict<br /> I'm confusing and amusing<br /> Dichotomously arousing<br /> While carousing<br /> With all that I mean to say<br /> It gets stuck...sticks...then releases<br /> Tourettical rheterical bullshit<br /> It's the way that I play<br /> The way that I say<br /> That today I just may<br /> Have gone away.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223064484424098218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130809386163780584.post-75480120204568313002014-08-04T23:13:00.001-06:002014-08-04T23:16:30.165-06:00A laugh...smile...crinkle of the nose<br /> These things...givings...deliverings<br /> Of happiness and hopeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223064484424098218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130809386163780584.post-7398078686460807442014-08-04T23:13:00.000-06:002014-08-04T23:41:08.224-06:00Intoxicated with thoughts<br /> <div> Third person perspective</div> <div> Elective, selective missioning</div> <div> Listening to only the voices I want to hear</div> <div> I see her</div> <div> Always at a distance</div> <div> For instance&nbsp;</div> <div> I missed her</div> <div> Kissed her but only in thought</div> <div> In laughter and banter&nbsp;</div> <div> I imagined we would jest</div> <div> I guess</div> <div> But there are those moments</div> <div> Those flowering movements</div> <div> Soothing as is her smile</div> <div> I still wish</div> <div> <br /></div> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223064484424098218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130809386163780584.post-64300305964342854362014-08-04T22:48:00.002-06:002014-08-04T23:15:42.468-06:00I met her within the confines of my own consciousness<br /> <div> Existing within the boundaries of what I could not comprehend</div> <div> <br /></div> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223064484424098218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130809386163780584.post-56017334273794092172011-01-19T13:31:00.000-07:002011-01-19T13:31:31.446-07:00My modern day madness!!!<br /> Sadness...quietly addicted<br /> To being afflicted....affliction...affection<br /> Deflection...resurrection of my addiction<br /> My erection for that section of my life<br /> That section of day to day strife<br /> My modern day madness?<br /> Glassless houses of stone throwing<br /> Bestowing upon the world my bellowing<br /> Belly aching....distaste for distraction<br /> As I walk as a contradiction.<br /> Sick of it...the taste...the waste<br /> Of time...as it bleeds from me.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223064484424098218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130809386163780584.post-16192850427964899222011-01-19T13:24:00.000-07:002011-01-19T13:24:53.478-07:00But just a thought that&nbsp;<div>Sought it's own freedom</div><div>To be birthed into the world</div><div>And given to the people</div><div>The weeble wobble of monotonous inconsistencies</div><div>Maliciously vicious</div><div>Your future debated and elaborated</div><div>To you....for you?</div><div>Where does it come?</div><div>Not from you...</div><div>Your world is just your own</div><div>As your perception dictates</div><div>Distaste for the bickering</div><div>The snickering behind closed doors</div><div>Come out come out where ever you are</div><div>From near or far and stake your claim</div><div>Take some blame and regain what it is that is yours</div><div>Open doors that have been slammed shut</div><div>With what you say?</div><div>Try day by day to manifest this change</div><div>This exchange of thoughts and ideals</div><div>The appeal to the people...</div><div>We need you.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223064484424098218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130809386163780584.post-42489848584699078352010-12-14T00:14:00.000-07:002010-12-14T00:14:47.821-07:00I would give to you all of me<br /> If I knew that that is where<br /> You would want to be<br /> Underneath my clutter and muttered mind<br /> Littered with riddles and thoughts unkind<br /> A song I would sing for you to hear<br /> A mismanaged tune for you to bare<br /> Unsettled and dismantled at the time of its inception<br /> Conceptual wreck of a tattered mess<br /> It's eventual deception leads to regret at best<br /> Uninhibited I guess...as I regress<br /> Back to a time where I digressedAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223064484424098218noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130809386163780584.post-9212007614249169402010-12-13T23:56:00.000-07:002010-12-13T23:56:09.668-07:00Amongst the throngs of shallow hearts<br /> You hear....<br /> You fear...<br /> The worst...of course you do<br /> Upon noticing the world as it is<br /> You steal....appeal....deal<br /> With reality on its terms<br /> For its lessons are what brings you to today<br /> Just another way<br /> Of beginning your day with the passion<br /> You so richly exude<br /> The sum of you....of your ravenous ways<br /> Plays but a small part in the cognitive indictments<br /> Excitement....alright then....let it go<br /> Slow...slowly....you lowly little creature<br /> For the worms are already getting hungryAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223064484424098218noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130809386163780584.post-6996921033886525152010-12-09T00:59:00.000-07:002010-12-09T00:59:40.936-07:00A thought...running rampant<div>Uncontrolled and erotically periodic</div><div>Procreating in the subconscious</div><div>Giving life to action</div><div>Satisfaction...satiation...initiation</div><div>For your hallucinogenic dreams</div><div>Fruition...private reality...coming forward</div><div>Into your every day movement....</div><div>Your gods...your pathologically challenged ideals</div><div>Cannot save you from your own thoughts</div><div>Your language but a limitation...</div><div>Limiting the way you see the world...</div><div>Concrete and inherently reliant upon your mind</div><div>Does life exist</div><div>Without boundaries...and constraints</div><div>Freedom cannot bring forth clarity...</div><div>Its harmonious opposition is the foundation</div><div>For the laughter that you seek</div><div>For the gentle breeze that passes through you</div><div>To soothe you....lose you to the moments</div><div>The tic tocking....click clocking...mocking</div><div>Undertones of your jabs...</div><div>You stab away at the veil of your luster</div><div>You muster up the courage to say nothing in silence</div><div>While the utterings and mutterings of smatter</div><div>Splatter across the very structure you wish to destroy</div><div>Your loyalty...exhausted.</div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223064484424098218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130809386163780584.post-3242472480795742252010-12-04T19:17:00.000-07:002010-12-04T19:17:40.130-07:00<div><br /> <div>Oh how I wondered&nbsp;</div><div>How it would come to be</div><div>That the world would be able</div><div>To get rid of me....</div><div><br /> </div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223064484424098218noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130809386163780584.post-50954389222864720982010-12-03T16:24:00.000-07:002010-12-03T16:24:08.462-07:00Where's the movement....the moment<div>The moments...none</div><div>Reality craving...</div><div>Fifteen minutes of fame raving</div><div>Lunatics....punitive pundits</div><div>Abundant...lost...literally</div><div>Killing me....figuratively</div><div>Where's the movement?</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223064484424098218noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130809386163780584.post-80349756540782960222010-12-02T14:56:00.000-07:002010-12-02T14:56:58.802-07:00If this is where you came<br /> For visions of rainbows and butterflies<br /> Wrong place...wrong space<br /> Today's about in your face<br /> Straight...laced with my proverbial mace<br /> I lay to waste...to rest...this test<br /> This life...this gift?<br /> I'll bite....<br /> Show me...slow me down<br /> It's perspective....reflective projections<br /> My state...mental...influential<br /> Subjective...what's your take?<br /> Where is your stake in my words...<br /> My visions....oblivious to yours<br /> So why would you care<br /> How could you dare to speak<br /> To sneak a peek into what you cannot comprehend<br /> I'll lend you my ear if I can have your penance<br /> Your repentance...I'll take on your sentence<br /> Your crimes....your rhythmic rhymes<br /> Your lines after lines...<br /> Will you sit through mine?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223064484424098218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130809386163780584.post-91769339877014883022010-12-02T13:41:00.000-07:002010-12-02T13:41:45.402-07:00It's quiet...I'm quiet...too quiet<br /> What is this?<br /> Sadness? I don't buy it<br /> Remote describes me best<br /> Again restless, mindless unrest<br /> Just quiet I guess<br /> Is it simple like that?<br /> No explanations...no fornication of metaphors<br /> Or phallic reasoning just teasing me<br /> What is this I feel?<br /> This thing I can't contest?<br /> This mindless unrestAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223064484424098218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130809386163780584.post-58913847367067713052010-12-02T13:28:00.000-07:002010-12-02T13:28:19.415-07:00A green bottle...famously labeled<br /> Half empty...half full...whatever<br /> Unclever endeavor I am undertaking<br /> Escaping...beginning my withdrawal<br /> My shaking...painstaking...neuro abrasions<br /> Persuasion....persuading myself<br /> Deconstructing myself<br /> Obstructing....obstruction...reluctant abundance<br /> Of internal wealth...no help<br /> Resistant...persistent little thought<br /> Like a viral affliction....Addiction.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223064484424098218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130809386163780584.post-37901752617689304472010-12-02T02:40:00.000-07:002010-12-02T02:40:23.252-07:00My mess...a mess...distress...fucking SOS<div>Skewed and rude....</div><div>My slanted little view</div><div>On life and wisdom and all that is you</div><div>Fuck you! yes you....and you too</div><div>My mind...unrested...restless</div><div>Reliant on head meds&nbsp;</div><div>My world...my creation...my Kerouwhacky inspiration</div><div>Is just a dream...unseen and unspoken</div><div>Broken....just a token of my youth</div><div>My life is congruent not affluent</div><div>My doing.</div><div><br /> </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223064484424098218noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130809386163780584.post-14057772129313535302010-12-02T02:13:00.000-07:002010-12-02T02:13:15.468-07:00Illustrious illusions...confusion<br /> A wall of concrete thinking<br /> A veil...a forced idea...a monotonous theme<br /> Tearing at your very core<br /> A struggle....a fight<br /> A way of breaking free<br /> Inherently you exist only in your own world<br /> Not mine...nor me to you<br /> Empty...oh tempting it is<br /> To dispute...refute that what you see is what you seeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223064484424098218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130809386163780584.post-46497875467097622322010-12-01T01:24:00.000-07:002010-12-01T01:24:32.682-07:00Societal dissidence and political inferences<div>Proliferating throughout times of unrest</div><div>Untested at best...molested and detested</div><div>Uneducated I guess</div><div>Chaos....chaotic...somewhat hypnotic</div><div>The illusions that pass for facts</div><div>The irresponsible journalistic cystic inoculation</div><div>The separation of information from entertainment</div><div>No longer exists...</div><div>All just a blur...a blip...a YouTube clip</div><div>The numbing I mean dumbing down&nbsp;</div><div>Of our lol-ing and ifarting foundation</div><div>Our damn nation.</div><div><br /> </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223064484424098218noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130809386163780584.post-63973484879384280772010-11-30T13:55:00.000-07:002010-11-30T13:55:26.432-07:00Ominously asleep and untapped<div>Trapped inside this structure of enslavement</div><div>Engagement between masses and mass producers</div><div>Seducers...targeting....mass marketing</div><div>Embarking on their mission...until submission</div><div>Outwardly objectifying....obssesively implying</div><div>What it is that you need...you want.</div><div><br /> </div><div>Manipulated by your unwillingness</div><div>Your desires...outwardly seeking...peeking for answers</div><div>The stench of it all...the rise...the fall</div><div>All for the dichotomous existence of your own happiness</div><div>Greed...the seed...the "American Dream"</div><div>Clean...so it may seem</div><div><br /> </div><div>Pushed and pulled....preyed upon</div><div>Invested against....pressed against</div><div>Blanketed by the ideals of capitalistic gains</div><div>The remains of Roman methodology</div><div>Psychology...psychological warfare</div><div>A love affair</div><div><br /> </div><div>Ominously asleep and untapped</div><div>The answer trapped inside&nbsp;</div><div>Wrapped and tied to your own flesh</div><div>Resting...residing behind the veil of your own creations</div><div>Varying variations of the same summations</div><div>The solution but just a look inside.</div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><div><div><br /> </div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223064484424098218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130809386163780584.post-80654540478176281002010-11-29T23:56:00.000-07:002010-11-29T23:56:45.764-07:00Unseen...obscene gestural...menstrual sensual distrust<div>Confusing as it may seem just another dream it is deemed</div><div>Upon a time once...there was twice I heard a patter</div><div>No pitter for that matter</div><div>Just a play....on words...on the senses</div><div>Sentences of all kinds...all minds</div><div>Trapped...wrapped in bubbles</div><div>Doubles....talking...stalking...walking among us</div><div>Abundant....redundant...like always</div><div>Always the same...tame and insane</div><div>Mundane like droplets of pain.</div><div><br /> </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223064484424098218noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130809386163780584.post-46413419256074957532010-11-29T23:50:00.000-07:002010-11-29T23:50:20.630-07:00Why does it always start with a gentle touch<br /> A light blush<br /> Flushed....crushed...a crush<br /> Lust or lasting<br /> Everlasting? Love?<br /> Where does it reside?<br /> For there is no locatable accumulation of the by product<br /> A twist...a tryst?<br /> Missed again for the sake of missing<br /> Dismissing it all as just another moment<br /> Another stutter in the microcosmic sense of what is and isn'tAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223064484424098218noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130809386163780584.post-4490692266227225822010-11-29T23:44:00.001-07:002010-11-29T23:44:39.861-07:00Obsessive...perplexing in it's ways<br /> <div>Governmental mentality....fatality of man</div><div>Corrupting abruptly....subtly&nbsp;</div><div>Cynical whimsical little jokesters</div><div>With their policies....</div><div>Fallacies</div><div>Abnormalities</div><div>Ripping and raping</div><div>Faking and Forsaking our future</div><div>Who's to blame?</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223064484424098218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130809386163780584.post-31915960130752763802010-11-28T14:30:00.000-07:002010-11-28T14:30:19.448-07:00<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 24.0pt;">Modern Day Madness<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19.0pt;">Silly little diddy...pity really...that we are what we are....weak...fearing little creatures...starring in our own little features.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">Medicated... mediated...meditative...passively passing....regressed and obsessed...obsessively possessing the gift to valiantly validated I<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">Falling...fallen...frozen in the lust of it all...addicted to the crypted little keepsakes...driven by the memories...the moments shared<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">extravagance/blushing against the pale uneasiness of our time/theres a moment that echoes/that bellows within the dichotomy of our existence<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">There's a lust for words that cannot be described with the primitave way in which we communicate...<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">Pornographic disaster....complacently adjacent to thy own indifference....there is this space....there is that place...that face...disgrace<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">Corrupted....abruptly seducted....reluctantly disgusted by the so called divine...in my mind I see...blind within me...what can it be?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">Pale against the colorful chaos that surrounds us all is the bliss that we strive for. Our existence but a shadow of our connected lives.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">I rip through you...gripping you...raping you...satiating you...I escape through you...I feel safe with you...undying place of hate for you.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">&nbsp;</span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">disappear in you...within you..I exist in small fragments...exaggerated...to the point of despair..I cannot not compare..<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">&nbsp;</span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">dare utter the words..the givings up...the living up to you...bringing up to you the shortcomings of our world...better unfettered...<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">&nbsp;</span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">wonder how your day is...amidst the echoing of the masses....I can hear but the silence of our commitment through the delicate tappings.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">Upward..the light sparkles under a canopy of disillusioned little piggies..blessed and pressed against the desire of each passing moment.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">not broken but sulken...battered not bruised..laughter upwards towards my muse...civilized sanctum...arranged anway out..my payout? Freedom<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">Dispute...dissolved desperate diatribes...dichotomous dictator distantly dismantling the masses. Dangerously disecting his flock. his stock<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">I am mine..me I will be....I do see...for but a moment...it shall last...until I pass...until I'm missed...blissed...kissed by the darkness<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">I'm remorseful in my inability to communicate....watching not stopping the breakdown of a man...complacent...adjacent to the deconstruction<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="entry-content"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">The drops dripping slipping down the visceral...dismal hour....sour sounds reverberate and penetrate....no time...no rhyme to soothe...t</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">&nbsp;</span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;"><a href="http://twitter.com/SoulessPoet/status/2105159932"><span style="color: #2fc2ef; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">...</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">World of manics...panic...change the one to change the whole...microcosmic abolishment....astonishment...freedom is sacrificed with fear.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">Religiously vicious....suspicious of non malicious ways....trends tend to be better...unfettered....blinded by faith...empowered by race.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">Lavendar scented blossom kisses...near misses and the Mrs....too many moments to share...too many darlings to dare...impair...unfair.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">Somewhere...delivered upon the earth was a shadow...a dream...unclean and unkept...fathered by sincere fear...a myth...bliss!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">I dare you to judge...to budge me from my baggage...remove me from my path...the wrath...lay waste..I taste your stench...<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">Desire...I'm mired in the languistic, sadistic, state....or is it fate I'm in....within...my very own world of sin...let in...let out!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">Inane....insane..mundane in my disdain...contempt for th inept...I wept..I weep...I creep....through your life<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">Ominous...obvious...obviously obsessing...regressing back into old ways..old days...<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">Unearthed from the jowls of the hated...berated...ehxasterbated...pity really...found within the horror of it all...a great fall<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">Eyes...cursed...immersed in the darkness of the corner of thy heart...underneath...burried...merried little corner of thy heart.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">Lost...absently obsessed...less than what the world expects..suspects..suspect is our connection...detection....detest!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223064484424098218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130809386163780584.post-41656851510996434922010-11-28T00:15:00.000-07:002010-11-28T00:15:45.440-07:00Dirty little sinister sister<div>Upon her minister misters</div><div>Habitually cohabiting&nbsp;</div><div>Among the savaging savages</div><div>Her dialect is direct</div><div>Yet her smile does neglect&nbsp;</div><div>And all the while</div><div>Amongst all the style&nbsp;</div><div>There she stands shameless....nameless</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09223064484424098218noreply@blogger.com0