

Inclination - To:Inclination - To:Inclination - To:
When I close my eyes it is You - You I see there behind those Walls. Walls of Darkness where the sun doesn't Rise - Rise above the Horizon, He sleeps. Sleeps an Eternal slumber here - Here is where You are. Are a Silhouette of Fascination - Fascination of the Contrast. Contrast of a Luminous glow against - Against this Dark Artists black canvas.
I find myself suspended in the air, Simply by the gaze with which you stare; Frozen, Paralyzed.
You brought my Mind to a Halt - Halt the thoughts of the Chaotic Imbalance. &


Split-Second of an Instant:In a Split-Second of an Instant:Split-Second of an Instant:
For the past couple of weeks, I've not truly writen anything That could be considered a poetic piece. Rather, I have been
Jotting down idle notes, thoughts, all at random when they
Come and seem to Go just as quickly. My mind has been a Chaotic mess so I am here to organize myself accordingly. The only way how, to the best of my ability.
Why is it when a person feels so familiar to you, they are
Always out of the physical reach/touch? It's like having Known this person your entire life, and yet in-fact, in Reality, you've known this p
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If you don't have anything nice to say....SHOUT IT OUT LOUD!
"we're all fucked ...it helps to remember that"
--George Carlin
And remember ...Those who live by the sword...get shot
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She was Exultant in her Sorrow.
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If you don't have anything nice to say....SHOUT IT OUT LOUD!
"we're all fucked ...it helps to remember that"
--George Carlin
And remember ...Those who live by the sword...get shot
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She was Exultant in her Sorrow.
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If you don't have anything nice to say....SHOUT IT OUT LOUD!
"we're all fucked ...it helps to remember that"
--George Carlin
And remember ...Those who live by the sword...get shot
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