March 3, 2008

It seems as though I've taken a strong fondness to the unexpected and misplaced occurrences in life. The ones that exist in veils of what's supposed to happen - ones besmirched by the gilding of falseness - the betrayed honesty of people who have no idea what they're doing. I've tried to capture what it feels like in this world of the ill-advised, the cadavers of thoughts with no home to call their own but the wasted pile of ideas like themselves. The simple passing of time left unguarded by conservatism in shrouds - the light that shows us what we really are rather than shining on the path of where we should finally go. I'm helpless on this road with nothing to guide me but the knowledge that someone is waiting - not even that - the hope that that someone actually exists. Whither down the road I tread leaves its mark upon my legs - the thorns of briars jousting forth into my skin. And it's not until I know for sure that this quagmire of impulsive gaffes and guffaws is not where I'm meant to end, but rather the genesis of how I'm to begin, that I'll abandon any belief of how it wouldn't be better. How do I wash this filth from my hands, how do I remove its trace from my mind and the minds of everyone who's heard of it. I fall to my knees in a despondent incandescence - my shining - the scarlet rebuke of timeless mistakes - folly to thy follied heart - farce by then to my horribly misconstrued world of laughter far apart. Fie then to thee that never really felt near to me - that to your forgotten ways I've never paid my respects, act not like the carrion we've found with our arms wrapped around - blasted to the sky - make it rain when the sun shines his rays into my heart. Ominously serene this beauty lives not for me but for those I've never felt the desire to see. Blinding as it were - half as such what to the stars is an object of envy. Let the drops fall down acidic to my eyes and while I'm closed to the idea I've said my words to the apologetic night.