Obsessed
With solitude
Turn inward, rays recede
See the ground where you plant your seed
Reflect
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Obsessed
With solitude
Turn inward, rays recede
See the ground where you plant your seed
Reflect
reflect
think long and hard
the pictures of your love
riding, coming to your rescue
blades drawn
Blades drawn
At the ready
Pen's tucked, smashing dead dreams
They don't know he's fast and deadly
Prepared
prepared
I stand my ground
sword at the ready, wrists firm,
the challenge is laid, and I am
unfazed.
unfazed
her glaring eyes
steam the tendrils hanging
she pushes them away and stands
erect
erect
denying the
confluence of trial
and error, rejecting failure
in fact
in fact
there is no truth
separate from feelings
and reactions, a personal
defect
defect
may be perceived
even in the freshest rose
in music lisp with impaled hands
in us
in us
will you ever
find the serene comfort
of a quiet life, relaxed and
happy?
happy?
No, I am not
a rose plucked from the bough
amidst spring and laid over the
dead, Oh!
dead, oh
the dead will walk
again, despite your fears,
zombies and vampires....will you be
ready?
ready?
tell me who isn't?
a day will come when all
yes all would be over,zombies
and us
and us,
what then happens
to us - our energy?
God hides, even in our despair
and fear
and fear
will cover us
all, like a grey sheet of
cold rain, dripping down the back of
your neck
and fear
not fear for fear's
sake; for fearing fear is
worse than fear itself; for God's sake
have heart