Monday, July 20, 2009

That Which DEMANDS to be ignored

For what disturbed purpose do these vague creatures lurk? Or is it merely my own gnarled intentions that cloak innocence with rumour for reasons less known? Fie! I spat at this ghastly introspection and assert the previous assumed lack of moral compass inherent in such dull beasts. Tis pity to hate pity when such serves the extension of said suffering. Thus, it becomes love to destroy that which creates love's opportunity to do such, and tail has never tasted so ironic.

I run
from shadow to sun
one step at a time
I find my way home

The faster I go
the further it seems
It is as though
I live in a dream

I run
from square one to done
The taking of time
Makes it my own


“I try to leave out the parts that people skip.” (Elmore Leonard — novelist)

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