Thursday, February 11, 2010

A certain divinity in the (Live)r's plight
A certain serenity in a Lover's fight
Pained elbows holding fast for stable might
Climbing stairs beyond gutless fright

Feeling pain , drowning your muddy waters

Pain(t) the paths of yesterday
Yellow bricks , might they be?
Slighty more piss colored than your under-belly?

A certain silence is pre-requisite.
To be graced by your beneficial kinetic

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