The clouds blanket the sky
holding the blue and gold back
hiding it's beauty
Bringing it's own bleakness to view
the cool winds lick and nip
cold drops of rain try to fall
A delightful aroma floods the air
a new fresh smell that teases the senses
although the dark daylight is lovely on it's own
It compares not to the blue and gold
it lights the eyes and uplifts the spirit
bringing with it a feeling of contentment
the days come and go
much akin to the weather
a kind of magic
nature within all it's glory
beauty with the uncomely
a wonderful mystery
Saturday, July 24, 2004
Thursday, July 15, 2004
All Within the Mind
The constant pounding
pain ensuing
it hurts so much
the sickness dwells
is it me, or is it at all
within the mind or reality
is it sickness or love
hate or despair
possibly just sorrow
a life within nothingness
empty thoughts within a shattered life
dead eyes with a living soul
a dead soul with living eyes
that show little emotion
so empty almost hating
trust is it earned or given
who can you trust
if not yourself
pain ensuing
it hurts so much
the sickness dwells
is it me, or is it at all
within the mind or reality
is it sickness or love
hate or despair
possibly just sorrow
a life within nothingness
empty thoughts within a shattered life
dead eyes with a living soul
a dead soul with living eyes
that show little emotion
so empty almost hating
trust is it earned or given
who can you trust
if not yourself
Sunday, July 04, 2004
Really Me ?
The door slams shut
darkness invades the heart
hate boils within
It all starts again
seeds begin to grow
through the orbs of black
blood runs cold
heart of stone
the old me again
tired of being what I am not
the smiles the gentleness
all for naught
being hate and one with it
my way, the only way
just a feeling an emotion
time will tell, can love heal
all I want is to know when
if at all, or is this really me
the hateful seething anger
it fills my heart and thoughts
I don't want this, but cannot escape
darkness invades the heart
hate boils within
It all starts again
seeds begin to grow
through the orbs of black
blood runs cold
heart of stone
the old me again
tired of being what I am not
the smiles the gentleness
all for naught
being hate and one with it
my way, the only way
just a feeling an emotion
time will tell, can love heal
all I want is to know when
if at all, or is this really me
the hateful seething anger
it fills my heart and thoughts
I don't want this, but cannot escape
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