Reflect me a pool of myself,
Then I will see the one I need in my life.
When will I have the glory,
to kiss you again and make these days seem easier
said than done.
Where is my emptiness does lie?
when my mind betrays my heart,
not to me,
to someone I once held dear.
after a bond,
it took me into an eternity of misery and sorrow and lay
Emptiness may be there,
I filled it with my past habits.
I can go on like so,
where would it get me.
In my own degraded thought and memory,
in turn I see none but a faint light.
but my heart beats its own light.
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. . . play me a whisper
. . . leave that ground and touch my sole
where I needed to reminded that I may lay
. . . to make my mind a fertile soil of evil lust among women
that always makes me more wanting of such sin,
not against them for I am always left dried and soulless
in the absence of what should be what love was meant to be.
Always thereafter and hereafter,
the now and then of things that never stops
You once told civilization,
You still give them every chance they get,
in everything they will fuck up and keep trying,
You have at us our significance,
You have us at our point of non existence.
Still you are here beside,
not just for me,
Still I am baffled why do even make use
of names and constructs to measure you,
or even a stupidity of worshipping such nonsense.
When we all can work with and beside.
What are you anyway?