Friday, September 22, 2006

Matchstick
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"...like moth to a flame..."



Your radiance lasts only but for a flicker on wood
and your essence burns like acrid sulfur.
Slowly, as you descend through your wick,
you falter, then blaze, then hypnotize-
leaving black specks through my vision,
sending sparks to my mind.
I can see the trail you've left in your wake:
charred black, dried and desolate-
the remnants of flame beacon to this darkness.
I let you burn yourself away
right through my fingertips,
then let go, to let the darkness encroach
back to that spot where your light once burned,
to look at you diminished, then expunged.
With my lip between my teeth
and a curse beneath my tongue,
I swallowed, the tears blurring my eyes--

OUCH!
1:02 PM
the warden
First Rule
People are stupid. They will
believe in a lie given enough
reason to do do. They will
believe either because they
want something to be true
or they are afraid
it might be true.

Zeddicus Zu'l Zorander
-First Wizard of the Midlands

Vindication
in the midst of gripping despair
lost within an icy stare
overshadowed by a mystery
voiceless, but struggling to free
every word that was denied
yet failing again, and simply sighed
out into the night
until the coming of light.

Good to be back. -Silencer

Synthesis
Herein lies the Event Horizon-
where all things parallel and paradoxical meet.
This is the fulcrum-
where the weight and counterweight is at a standstill.
This is where the thesis and antithesis joins.
Here is where the past and the present meet.

-The Warden

Turquoise
I lie on blades upon blades of rolling grass.
I stare up upon the vast heavens,
however minute I am to their point of view.
Then I ask the primordial question--

Why the hell am I here?

Is it the boorishness of life
or just the complexities of living?

Clouds in different sizes and shapes go by
and these thoughts drift with them...
cascades of light pierces through the gaps,
right down to this anxious face.

The world moves on its own pace.
Clouds drift with the winds--

I stood still.

Murals
"I will beat him to death...
-if he breaks my hands, I'll kick him to death,
if he breaks my legs, I'll bite him to death,
if he breaks my neck, I'll stare him to death,
and if he blinds my eye, I'll curse him to death..."
--Naruto to Sai: Chapter 303

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