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ChemicalRepose
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0 posted 2004-09-03 02:11 PM


Liquid light defies the darkness of the night
so treacherous, inducing the birth of war.

The warm, deadly air, seduces a stare.
I am frightened, alone, and bare.
Tangled facade, just unveil this demon's demise.

Tingling with holy silence,
I dance and I prey, I feel in order to heal
a severed wound, embraced by dissonance,
I'm straying too far, hoping to find some fault
other than my own flagrance.

I'm drifting through composites, a venture of empty silence.
The mass ascends, bringing hope again.
Thought I was safe while climbing.
I thought I knew something, truth is I'm failing.
Now I know nothing is true.

The shallow sky saturates my eyes while red fragments pasteurize my lies.
Staggering across these silent lands,
through gods famine and Satans demands
as the lumina of judgment begins to intensify,
it's too short and fast, but they colonize my eyes.
Radiation solidifies my dangled sighs,
I sway, determined to burst away into the energy of a black hazy hole.
Unveiling simultaneous creations, suddenly erupting.

The mass ascends again, though no hope severing,
Magnify the crown, one to ten, antagonize the frown, or just pretend?
Behold  everything, or anything sensational.
Admire the peak, it's irrational.
Illusions of choking and starving,
I'm analyzing my ambitions, too captivating,
I'm desperate for answers, but too humbled.

I dance and prey and shout and denounce my own merits,
now I'm whole.
While you're naked and civil, cowardly, now a fibber.
Childish melodies ramble.
inspiration decorates as the consent evaporates.
Searching for someone, both whole and empty.
A soul so foolish, mine seems healthy.
Fascinate my piety with a little solemn,
a second sober to strengthen me, at the bottom.

I wait to end my apathy, searching to find someone with true amity,
please fascinate me, release conceit, I know just skepticism?

Fascist laughs echo about my ears, sanctions run about, banning my tears.
Facts or lies? I'm intact, (sigh) waiting for something,
being patient, for nothing.
Growing weary.
So lets just shed our scales before this martyr begins to bear,
a mighty mandate, lets just rescribe every denial.
Too many disciples, deriving, it's our negligence.
Discover yourself, I'm not empty.
Justify your life, don't dwindle about, trifling my time,
judge nothing but your mind.

You, my confidant, have revived the vivid stain.

Forgive me for my endowed self-indulgence.
I'm pitiful.

© Copyright 2004 Ben - All Rights Reserved
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1 posted 2004-09-03 06:19 PM



A very deep write, Ben...
I'll be back to take it in again.

DavePage
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2 posted 2004-09-09 01:52 PM


Ben

An audience has a memory span of only so long and their own requirements.

I stopped trying to understand at some point and stopped reading at another.

Your talent is evident but ask yourself why you are writing.

Is it to be heard or is it to write something.

Sorry if I have this wrong, but these are my thoughs.

I write long stuff but I break it down make it lime something that people can take in.

It is difficult to take this in.  

regards

Dave

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