Monday, January 23, 2006

Over the Line

Fucking shit.
Life can be so full of it!
Splashed on the corner stall.
Bright hurt flashes for us all.
Hated hearts still catching thoughts.
I don’t want to waste one more second.
Not on that which can’t change.
Not on that which is never to be well again.
Like fun filled plagues and pirate scurvy.
Some things are only pleasure when compared to worse.
I wait to find the purpose of the road.
If there is one.
And if not, all the better.
That will reinforce the obvious.
That the cracks are what is real.
The shadows and the pits.
Baring free the illusions of light and form.
Leaving the empty and the used.
Our loves, ash and muck.
The past a messy mark.
On an uncaring fist.
Poised to deliver.
When ever we foolishly dare.
To care.

3 Comments:

Blogger saby said...

That the cracks are what is real.



u can choose to see wat u want to see

a glass half empty
or a glass half full

January 23, 2006 at 6:10 PM  
Blogger Mayimakeyousmile said...

I feel this all to well, memories regained. Sometimes the stench is so overwhelming, that at times all you can do is take it in, and then try somehow to replace the scent!
In the words of a very awesome person- "Rock On" ;)

January 23, 2006 at 8:01 PM  
Blogger Mayimakeyousmile said...

okay, this is a song isn't it? Great, now I feel like an idiot. Oh well.

January 31, 2006 at 9:36 PM  

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