Goodbye Ink and Paper Vingt Trois

A myriad of complications :

An exposure past the inlaid claims

Seizing what was initially rejected

Unsanctioned inheritances

Discredit witty repartee
Maybe in the next world

Privation or windfall?

I know it's the latter

It was all my own accident

That was how it began

I'm sorry doesn't matter

Dolorous moments were the only ones left.

Escalating emotion

The uncertainty is what is crushing me

Whatever happened, I am contrite, but I'll never be sure why

Exigent answers

If not now when? Never

How soon is now? Too soon

It's an impossibility. Is it?

Generating misconceptions

Cause and effect

January is a time best put out of mind

February-februum-purification

Is that what it was? My view may be askew

I wanted to write you a letter, but there isn't enough paper in the world for it. If there were, I could fasten it to a balloon, and hope that the wind headed in the right direction. If I were older, I'm sure I would know better than to trust the course of the wind with such an important task. I'll be so happy to grow older, to move away from these younger dreams.

I am not done with this cryptic posting phase...
Next time I will set out to write something that can be clearly defined. It will be so easily defined that you can size it up and label it. We'll just have to wait and see.
No promises...

This is all very trivial but true, more thoughts...

No one has any idea what anyone else is feeling, their motives for ...anything, or the effects that their behavior has on others. This lack of responsibility, this careless inability to put themselves in the position of others is very damaging, not only to myself, but to society as a whole. When I look at things of this nature from an outsiders perspective I find myself in the right. Everyone is at fault. Naturally, I exclude myself.

Accept Yourself.

Every day you must say

So, how do I feel about my life ?

Dreams have a knack of just not coming true.

Others conquered life - but I ran

I sat in my room and I drew up a plan

But plans can fall through (as so often they do)

Accept yourself

But I once had a dream (and it never came true)

And time is against me now...

Now for something happy (relatively) :

There was no monday.

Tuesday

Don't take your life tonight
I know they take
And that they take in turn
And they give you nothing real
For yourself in return

I will be here, believe me

believe me?

when they've used you
And they have broken you
And cast your shell aside

I will stay right here

Angel, don't take your life
Some people have no pride
They do not understand
The Urgency of life
But I love you more than life

Wednesday is a day better left behind.

Thursday

Did you really think I meant all of the syrupy, sentimental things I said the other day?

It's not Tuesday anymore.

Every motion was planned out specifically for viewing.

I adjust my reclining form

Bored by the inattention

My audience didn't applaud loud enough.

I exit stage left.

What is a friday? I am not familiar with the concept.

Saturday

Can't you see it in my eyes?

When you're standing so close, how can you mistake it?

The finale is over and done with, everyone is going home.

Why don't you?

Standing there with nothing to do

I can think of four things

But, my blood sugar dropped too low

I've just fainted

I'm hovering over your dormant form

I could have dragged you in, and mentioned your name

I didn't and I wouldn't

In my own strange way, I'll always be true to you

Can you blame me?

Sunday Morning, the rest isn't important

Games, the outcome is rarely in my favor.

When all is said and done it's me I love.

Things have been bad, but now we're going on nineteen years

Why would I ruin it now?

Whatever happens, I love you.

Yet another fine example of my exceedingly odd sense of humor...

There's more to life than books, but not much more, not much more.

Excuse my overblown blog.

I hope I am coming off as either pompous or abstruse, seeing as this was my intent.

It's like I've been hanging around with Dr. Faustus or something....

Thanks Christopher Marlowe.

Goodbye Ink and Paper Seize

I am drifting to an island. It will one day be haunted, but that day is not today. There are no ghouls tormenting visitors in these halls as of yet. They will come soon enough, rattling chains as they float by. It is my turn for now. I am mistress of the island, I have a throne in the castle. The castle sits high up into the clouds. The island is a mountain with valleys deeply set underneath the sea. I've explored it at least a hundred times, I have yet to hit the plateau.

The climb can be exhausting, sometimes leaving me faint and crippled. Motionless, I hide into any crevice that will hold me.

Every corner, every limb, every breath, every heartbeat, I am.

How impossible it is to be still. How incontrollable, my desire to climb.

"Lie down, under stormy night, tell nobody." I will keep you safe. Burrow into the hollowed trunk of the tree. The tree , it speaks to me, branches softer and warmer than any others. There is no tree I would rather have heal me. I nestle closer, it wraps me up, it picks me up, I am lighting up the sky. The stars may twinkle, but they don't even dare compete with me. They should really dim themselves in my presence. I thought I had made that clear.

Every moment, every glass shattering, every turn, I am.

A shroud of dew is set below. I know I must come down, and cover myself with leaves. I wonder if you'll appreciate my disguise. Quickly, run, away from the clouds, they will take you up again. Be patient, but don't forget.

I run wildly around my palace, It appears so much less appealing now, I sit atop the precipice, and I pine for what just was.

"There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception”

“An unexciting truth may be eclipsed by a thrilling lie.”

“There is something curiously boring about somebody else's happiness”

“An intellectual is a person who has discovered something more interesting than sex.”

“They intoxicate themselves with work so they won't see how they really are”

“A fanatic is a man who consciously over compensates a secret doubt.”

“Classic remorse, as all the moralists are agreed, is a most undesirable sentiment. If you have behaved badly, repent, make what amends you can and address yourself to the task of behaving better next time. On no account brood over your wrongdoing. Rolling in muck is not the best way of getting clean."

- Aldous Huxley

The world is blurry, I am clear.