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Damn it all
Here comes the fall
The boom the crash
The bang the clang
The weight of joy being magnified
As gravity is intensified
I lied! I cheated!
Must this be repeated!
Scum is to what I've succumb
I know I was wrong
Knew it all along
But the pleasure and pain
We're played in the game
And now I'm left insane.
Waiting to be tamed
By someone who can contain
How "Wild at Heart"
I am.
Here comes the fall
The boom the crash
The bang the clang
The weight of joy being magnified
As gravity is intensified
I lied! I cheated!
Must this be repeated!
Scum is to what I've succumb
I know I was wrong
Knew it all along
But the pleasure and pain
We're played in the game
And now I'm left insane.
Waiting to be tamed
By someone who can contain
How "Wild at Heart"
I am.
Literature
In the Syllable
...then there is a way in diswaiting.
Dust some yellow sand covers,
here uncover bare bedding.
...suffusing red planes, blushed dunes,
under incidentally quilted blanket
wet as arid curves, as sounds.
...in a persistent pavement,
in a solemn unsuited promise,
some written words erase
some letters drip and soak
unto a perfuse miracle,
a dislocated split,
a letting go of...
Literature
Not my Valentine
A day for lovers, a day for her
Standing in the shadows I can see
A night for two, and a night with you
Cherishing now and what is to be...
A candle light dinner, made just for two
Walking, under the light of the moon
Hand in hand, and heart to heart
Back to the room, oh not too soon
Looking in your eyes, your lips collide
The mood is set, a flower on the bed
Soft light, music, and her skin of silk
A tender sweet kiss placed on lips of red
Her dress cascades softly to the floor
The air is filled with the scent of desire
Red lace and curves she's a lovely goddess
Taken with a lust that burns like a fire
Her night is so perfect, ren
Literature
Reality and thoughts
With so much going on, on a worldly scale, personal scale, neighbourly scale, almost any scale one can comprehend, one might wonder just what reality is. Whether it's not the dreams that are real or when we are awake. Eventually it's the wondering that causes the brain to doubt, and doubt causes confusion which in turn can cause confusion over further subjects.
It is then that the line between reality and fantasy blurs. When things start meaning or mattering less as you doubt them, or if you try to hold up everything at once and get crushed below it. When dreams seem to predict what is to come or you constantly feel like things are repeating
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