Sunday, June 24, 2012
Monday, June 4, 2012
Engulfing Storms
As the storm grows nearer, the headache worsens and excitement thrives. Though aching at times, such power engulfs me. The damage endured merits the rush. The banality of the truth is striking as I grow more aware of the pleasure exuding from the pain. To exchange a brief moment of discomfort for a lingering time of delight: their is no question.
You ask, then don't understand. To the world of pleasure seekers, they need neither ask, nor riposte. For a deep appreciation for desire persists, in truth it dominates beyond recognition. Begging for respite only to be left empty and unfulfilled. The final rumble of thunder steals away your last hope of climax.
~rain only makes you wet~
You ask, then don't understand. To the world of pleasure seekers, they need neither ask, nor riposte. For a deep appreciation for desire persists, in truth it dominates beyond recognition. Begging for respite only to be left empty and unfulfilled. The final rumble of thunder steals away your last hope of climax.
~rain only makes you wet~
Saturday, June 2, 2012
In Synch
We stand at the foot
of the mountain
Hand in hand, eyes cast upward
Contemplating one and the same
Yet viewing from truly dissimilar positions.
I marvel at the drastic contrast
I fear the bearings where we'll converge:
How far must we trek before we unite;
How far until we balance?
We walk this path in tandem
In step yet discrete
Our footsteps echo behind us
The shadows cast no light on our path.
~a predicament~
Hand in hand, eyes cast upward
Contemplating one and the same
Yet viewing from truly dissimilar positions.
I marvel at the drastic contrast
I fear the bearings where we'll converge:
How far must we trek before we unite;
How far until we balance?
We walk this path in tandem
In step yet discrete
Our footsteps echo behind us
The shadows cast no light on our path.
~a predicament~
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