| Sunday, August 29, 2010
the map had been drawn,
the clues carefully laid beneath a tangle of lies,
deconstruct them if you will,
stop the corrosion if you can,
and perhaps you might find the tickets,
and reach that glass heart,
taped countless times in so many failed attempts to repair it,
well,
front-row seats to the demise,
i believe you will enjoy it,
and then,
do remember my purple flower.
just one petal,
not too much to ask, is it?
so many many clues, hints, pleading to be seen.
too obvious, too many,
one should be more subtle.
the purple piggy oinked 1:03 AM
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third person,
a convenient facade to hide behind, if i do say so myself.
but why should you care?
the purple piggy oinked 1:02 AM
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the world,
life, death,
reality, dreams,
a skewed sense of right and wrong,
the unfortunate impossibility of it all,
the darkness that envelopes yet hides in that faraway corner,
the pain of the blood,
the alternating anger and depression,
that truly,
is the never to be seen.
for to be seen would spell death for it all,
thaat carefully constructed facade of confusing statements that all,
all have their hidden meanings,
the plea for help,
the hope that perhaps,
despite attempts to hide it,
someone might really find the meaning,
and help, protection, even
would come.
but yet how would you know,
when the lies extend to you too,
for as you live and breathe,
the lie is there,
for the true person within is one too fragile for public consumption.
yes, public consumption,
for is that not what you do?
consume the souls of the children,
turning them into mindless creatures trained to do useless things,
while the true children huddle in dark corners,
sobbing as the darkness suffocate them.
now behold!
for it is all your work,
the blame shall not be put on us,
where is that once unstoppable flow of creativity, laughter, joy?
gone,
in it's place a wooden soul,
waiting for it's turn on the chopping block.
the purple piggy oinked 12:53 AM
