

PursuitWe play the game, but its hard to keep on top, its hard to see the win, when all of the time The rules are changing..Pursuit
Inside these lines, Its hard to see the edges, to see the opal skies, When all light is gone, vision from your eyes.
You have Acquiesced to everything To every challenge laid at your door You have lost the will to fight again To stand against those who you oppose
In this mass parade, Along this linear progression, we fail to see the tie, The link back to start, the circular succession...


MorningDew moistens the morn, In shards of light; dawn cast, we see a new day born, and yesterday has past.Morning
A lonely orchid dances, in a zephyr; summer sent. Quietly, the choir begins, In the branches overhead.
The rattle of the waters, rolling stones downstream, Cutting through the valley, the banks held in esteem.
The sunbeam grows, The water glows, And in the distance Calling crows.
Rattle of leaves, beneath the trees, The new born young, all fed and pleased.
And in this morning's moment,  


ReflectionSometimes in the glass. What I see is not me. Just a vessel. Empty.Reflection
A memory past.
Sometimes I lie alone, think of all I've done; to me and everyone. Could I ever atone?
Sometimes as I ponder, I see what I was. A young man lost. Now a wreck. Under.
Sometimes as I breathe, A remembrance of you, An element of truth. I still believe...
Sometimes I just am. My body shrinks, my mind thinks. Was this ever the plan?
Sometimes they know. They see it rise; Through frozen eyes. I'v


Democracy WinsWe watched the sun rise Across horizon; reddish glow The birth of a new dawn The blood of old will flowDemocracy Wins
Nihilist in hope of creation
In a sombre victory A war of wills is won Seperation and disection Bring us back as one Nihilist in hope of creation
Laugh as it passes through the door, Ignore the signs,We need no more Shut your eyes to all that goes Ignore the signs We need no more...
And when Democracy Wins, Who will pay the price? And when Democracy fails, They wait again to try and change our minds.


Black WinterBlack winter, sweet dreams, Raindrops leading an untraceable beat,Black Winter
Falling silently to create a
Melody; dissonant, free, unshackled
From beauty.
To judge us upon our qualities, Perfection as the priority. Wriggling, mingling, a corrosive worm Preying hungrily – chewing gleefully While the crimson string tears unwillingly to disappear when rose petals explode subtly like colourless, odourless acid rain landing as magenta stains, moist disgustingly.
Black winter, sweet dreams, The inadequate winter with her summer heat. Mushy dirt, p
Banshee
Too long infact.
I should start putting stuff up again.
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