beyond-illusion

I wonder, he said, with the oddest smile, a strange little grin. How do bullets taste? like relief? Like sin? He gripped the barrel in-between his teeth hugged the trigger tight, and the gun did sing! Out with the torture! Out with the sorrow! Wipe it all away! His body lay still, not a sound was made, Was it worth the taste?

My love is the ghost in winter air, soft snow flakes outline pale skin, almost tangible. My love is the sweet spring. The fresh smell of blooming cherry trees gentle like her. My love is the warm summer. Almost like an embrace the ones that I miss. My love is the breath of fall. A bittersweet taste hanging in crisp air, beautiful like changing leaves. My love is far away now, in heavens skies. But I can still feel her, she is with me, in the seasons change. (Almost tangible.)

Written words for the ones I cannot say They dance across tea stained paper, Barley touching in soft, quiet grace Born from a pencil or a pen, They stretch across the page, Joining in harmony every now and then And even if my mouth stays closed, My hands will still remain, Crafting the words that I cannot say.

Play a crimson lullaby for me, An ominous tune, so bitter sweet. See the madman, watch him run, Bloody nights are his type of fun. Paint the streets mahogany red What was living now lies dead, Give the corpse a lovely rose She's beautifully laid out in her finest clothes. Play a crimson lullaby for me, An ominous tune, so bitter sweet.

A bird locked in a secret cage, Broken wings, no escape. Fingers are intertwined, A stranger’s face is looking into mine. Break the lock, destroy the delusion Shatter these images, this painful illusion. Look beyond the smoke and mirrors Look for me behind the tears. Piece together, all the broken things Patch up my broken wings. Two hearts are intertwined, A familiar face looks into mine. A bird, free from the cage, I have found my escape.

as a child, i used to wander through that empty house on lonely Sunday mornings, calling out your name in a hushed whisper. peering around corners, inside closets, and under chairs, i would wait for you to show your face, walking around in anticipation, hoping you would jump out in front of me at any moment. And just as i started to loose hope that you where ever anywhere close to me , you would spring out from the only crevice i had yet to check, and overwhelmed with shock, joy, and complete satisfaction, i let myself scream so loud that it shook the walls and floors, not caring who it disturbed. but you've left, with no goodbye's, leaving m

sanity is an exceedingly fragile state of mind. a mahogany rose, cocooned in ice, the slightest tremor could shatter this delicate dream. so keep your fairy-tale illusions safe, protect your pleasant disillusions with all your life, and encase that fragile rose in solid resin so that you may keep your safe state of mind.