

ParenthesisOh, the lovely strength it brings And yes, the antiseptic stings Through it all I feel rejected Without it though, Id become infectedParenthesis
The burn is not so very stern I need it now, for I must learn Broken-ness is a decree Not a judgment or a fee
I would fight you if I could Would I lose? Of course I would Your best intentions hurt me greatly Quite effective; always stately
When I want you more than me you only answer quietly When Im selfish, my case to plead You break my bones and make me bleed
I am only what y


InfinityTo my love I am a scourge a broken urn of metaphors one who moves without walking one who opens without knockingInfinity
As contrary as night and day either way... I shall stay
It seems that I am doomed to loom within the confines of this room Happiness is foreign throughout the caves I explore in
Ironic shades of blue and gray either way... I shall stay
I am free from all my sin but the battle lies within Not a pearl yet from the grain the grain of sand I am portraying
I am sharp sanity in the fray either way... I


RoninThe sun goes down and so I rise With a trained frown I gather my supplies I press on forward toward my reward with only my sword and the clothes on my back and a cot in a sack The meal I consumed at noon will have to hold until morning unfoldsRonin
I sleep in the day and travel at night For its too cold to stay in the moons chilling bite
I know not what my reward could be but I search for it recklessly Perhaps it death or eternity either way Ill be set free
My sword has tasted both bitter and sweet as much an assor


PreludeWhat is this thing? This sword that I wield with nary a purpose without office or guildPrelude
What of these hands? Which both build and destroy to aid the strange work by which Im employed
What of this tongue? Which both sings and stings with poison and truth its uttering
What of this mind? I cannot sustain Both blessed and cursed the thoughts it contains
These things are given by deity but their concepts are foreign and clumsy to me
But far be it from me if in angst through my scorn
look at my gummybear army!
and you cant have any
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Love that surpasses all living things can only belong to one...God.
I will look into your stuff!
God bless
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Love that surpasses all living things can only belong to one...God.
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