Saturday, January 24, 2009

RELIC

"Take it not make it...I don't know."

Drift along on the crest of absolution and ask only that what you need to survive.

If this is a verses game I do not want to play...at least not yet.

I am on the verge of nothing....and again I state absolution.

If all is a hot wet vacuum of confused propaganda then I like you know more, or is that nothing important by way of matters of the world?

"Let us continue the steeple chase that you reverend as so dear..."

It is the sedative that acts as a narcotic that numbs my essence all the way down to the soul.

I welcome the generational hunt for glory even if it is all imagined and I am a renter in this frugal fabric called a confederation of mind and spirit.

A benediction hound no more who has been tasked and can offer nothing by way of a symposium.

A silence to shock the war.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Epitaph of a lonely Soul

I walk the sands of time wondering if I belong and I feel like a stranger to the obvious shortcomings of my existence all the while wondering what's wrong.

"Did I get it or do I just not know?"

The cheeseburger is such a palisade of unwarranted behavior.

"Is this all that I am, is there not more?"

In time I shall learn to adapt...Speak one with the collective.

"But is that a direct contradiction to my objective, or is that just getting old?"

Only time shall speak the hieroglyphs of memory and mind...

"I can only hope that mine was a dynasty and not a passing fad."


Sunday, January 18, 2009

The Far Side of the World

The world smells of Aqua Velva peppered with powdered sugar ponies and I like the dragon who loved to eat pancakes.