| Let this be a lesson |
| Let this be a lesson |


Nothing Is A Perfect CircleWe wasted the summer sleeping Ignorant of the light outside Then when the dusk of autumn came We ventured outsideNothing Is A Perfect Circle
Looking, disbelieving, at the transformed world
All orange and yellow...sprinkles of red and brown Darkening as the light vanished We chased the leaves on the ground Watching the living ones fall around us Simply to vanish
For years we followed the leaves Dancing amongst them The wind in our hair and heart We were alive No, we were living
We sang as we span Catching the final leaf as it fell Keeping it to sho


Masker.ade.sing with me... watch my sea eyes melt to fire my face stay disturbingly similar jerkingly altered (it's the intention behind it)Masker.ade.
which do you prefer? comedy..? tragedy..? take your pick i've had practice at ..both..
am i cruel because i'm guilty? am i innocent because it's necessary? anything is fine if it fits my immorals of hidden deception and unknown intention
but the wax is eAsiLY shaped


Downside UpBlink (and the statues move...) The status quo (reverses) As the tables (turn)Downside Up
...taking you back to the first yellow brick. (the innocence before the unknowing plunge) before the need for courage and white gloves
Red in your delirium, Choose quickly (decide carefully) A heart or a brain? What do you want to be given From the ruling hypocrites?


Destiny's Puzzle - DraftAt first the edges formed The colours only just seen Shapes to be discovered The superficial attractionDestiny's Puzzle - Draft
This was the easy part Simple at the beginning But necessary to be Completed
We fit like we were meant to No jagged edges Unplaced pieces Or forced tesselation
But there was always A missing piece Either ignored
Or unnoticed
It tore apart
Us Pieces flying into oblivion Burnt by betrayal
Love is Destiny's puzzle Her amusement for a rainy Sunday A toy of insignificance E
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-trevor
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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The best thing about Poetry:
it is whatever you want it to be.
Chaos is my right, It´s my Order.
I hacked my way into your facebook account...
( guilty conciens)
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The best thing about Poetry:
it is whatever you want it to be.
Chaos is my right, It´s my Order.
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