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September 25, 2004
The Truth in a Nut's Shell
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The truth as I see it, distortion glasses available at door.

September 19 2004 02:35

Moonflight


Amid the jangle of the teeming turmoil,
From the midnight depths of ocean gardens--
--To heights that diabolism cannot spoil,
I watch as night falls, when darkness hardens
The softness cast by shadow's pewter glow.
My desire to fly sends invocation
To the ethereal lunatic Queen.
Ignitable in my supplication,
I cut my tepid bond with earthly scene,
Leaving man and his troubles far below.

September 19 2004 02:42

Babylon


Curious creature giggles in darkness
Sinister angel created by dreams
Irresistible moonlit seductress
Icy laughter undoing heaven's seams
Destroying Babylon standing below
Casting shadows, wreaking mortal heart rift
Enters as lover but exits as foe
Catching the tail of a skyward smoke drift

September 19 2004 02:44

Above and Below


Underneath man's driving need
Lie sex, and politics, and greed,
Controlling the vices found behind
The weakening of the human mind.
The origins of this quest for power
Are but vain attempts to stay the hour
Which looms above all mortal heads,
That every man, in some way, dreads:
When last he draws his final breath
To begin the life we've labeled death.

September 19 2004 02:47

Icarus's Garden


From what beginnings is such chaos made
In the midst of idyllic paradise
Which crushes seeds of hope carefully laid
Once the sun finally conquers the ice

Jealousy grown to envy madly blooms
Amidst the poison of the weed called hate
Dark sky above, as an empty soul looms
Over the product of misguided fate

Friendship and comrades both lose this fight
When the lonely garden succumbs to blight

September 19 2004 02:49

Starlit Pathway


Some say it's only a dream world
A playground built for just one
Observed by souls with wings unfurled
Whose leaden feet have forgotten to run
These critics of my free flying fancy
Are blind to the magic of air
And deem variance from routine too chancy
Preferring to be weighted by care
They know not the delight of adventure
Embarked upon in fullness of night
Relief from the suns harsh disclosure
On a path lit by the stars light

 
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