Monday, July 27, 2009

.:that which lingers:.

standing still on a marquee of solemn
lies ties that bind a renegade to a saint
from beneath the empty wish of a passing thrill
taken down from the halls of forgotten novels
and shattered into a million pieces

reasoning becomes a chore when coupled with so much
disillusion, yet without passion it becomes merely just a solution
to an unfixable composition

marry me she said yet she never truly meant so much a greeting
bury me he said yet he never truly meant to find things fleeting

grasping forward with a new sense of spirit
tripping and falling won't disrespect... only circumvent the challenge

Radial lines to distant space