The Great StageFear and Sorrow held Her down Trifels brought Her Indisposed all characters of Menace's plot finding Comfort far away...The Great Stage
Joy left a week ago Peace at her heals now gone Away
Away a place without Sorrow Whose partner Fear together fled with Vane Ambition now usurped with powerful Hope's cry
vast canvas shows All characters in their place a mighty battle forever fought Hope and Menace 'til today
RevitalizationThrough Fire and Ice Without Water or Torch Parched Lips Smile Still Thirsty Heart QuenchedRevitalization
No Longer Sustained By the Things of This World Without Wish or Want Feeling Pain No More
Once Clouded Thoughts Clearer than Crystal Looking Ahead, not Glancing Behind
Once Again, He Walks Upright
In the Midst...What goes up and down at the same time? What draws you closer while it repulses? What opens your mind just to keep you trapped? What listens only to be heard?In the Midst...
When is too much not enough? Why must you hate what you love? When does time stand still? Who can you turn to when no one is there?
Which of these is the greatest? Who would accept being the least? What would travel a thousand miles just to be still? When will those that can't -- can?
As this is written, life goes on...
aubadeIt was not that I didn’t know what to say But that I feared that in sounding right it would sound wrong: Rehearsed, Inexplicably inauthentic, Like she had mentioned my affections had sounded countless times before.aubade
So what did you say?
I told her to look out the window, And with a face afflicted with horrible exhaustion she answered “It’s six in the fucking morning. I swear to God, let me sleep.”
She never was a morning lady. So did she sleep?
No, I insisted.
Instead with the energy of a late-night show catharsis, I jumped up, Pull
pandoraIt took me two seconds to realize what I had done, Because I had never been the smartest of girls, And the voice in my head that screamed:pandora
Pandora! Open your box
Was still resounding in its music.
And indeed it was mine, That box Containing the nurses of the future children Still asleep within my womb.
Yet in a split second I had managed to destroy the world. To think Do I dare ignore? Do I dare to make it yours? I could have painted the world white And still I found it tempting to stain it bloody brown.
Pandora! Look i
Perfection
--
Oh in the morning
I stumble
my way towards
the mirror and my makeup
it's light out
and I now
face just what I'm made of
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