What is to be said for the forced visage that seems to follow me everywhere. Perhaps it has the same properties as a child's halloween mask and I can simply remove it at will. What if the monster beneath is more frieghtning than the mask itself? I've worn it for so long now and yet I fear the face beneath has still not healed.

Frozen in the cold winter of your heart, I can't seem to find my way. Lost in an emotional white out I fear I will soon be buried forever. My lips begin to turn blue as I bury my face further down into my winter jacket. Mother nature cannot even compare to your level of despair.

The fake halo that you where 

Is a burden I could not bare

Putting your face on like a wig

I'm sure it makes you feel big

So ugly is reality

That you've had to make your life a fallacy

Such is the price of vanity

Loose some more of that sanity

Last night I had a dream that I was on fire. The colors and sounds were so peaceful and euphoric. I allowed the flames to dance on my body for hours.

Born onto a white plater

covered in sweet, slimy, tan colored batter

a short life for a man that never mattered

makes a great treat for a woman needing to be flattered.

    Surrounded by a sea of sorrow, a lonely traveler fights the rising tides. Sitting in a small wooden vessel, with nothing but a single oar to fight the powerful current. All hope starts to fade into the fast darkening night. The rising cold water starts to pierce through the bottom of his tiny wooden ship. The traveler looks calmly to his feet as the water starts to reach his knees. Not a seer, no premonition seen, nor any other form of foresight, his fate is known and understood by him. The Traveler looks to the black and says these words softly almost as if he is speaking to a child. "Pain is the essence of Love ".

 

 

               

 

In a field of blooming tears, I find a man lost in wonder. "Such beauty in sadness" he says to me as I pass him by. "Beauty is in the ability to feel anything at all" I respond.