Down and Out in Thieveland [b](poetry in notion)[/b]
Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2005 5:34 pm
*uck the Master Therion, the 1800's, and LSD
I'm looking at this iron clad crusader and they're telling me it's me. Riding a horse like a whore, but he's sure he's in love. He is water in fueling fire and he carries a crustation in a cup calming karisma with a passive purity. This purely is a stretch of the imagination. Like harmonizing horizontal and vertical. Or writing your name in water because it is the moment. Goddamn Romantics. Besides, none of those bastards lived to be thirty. And it was extra tragic every time. Next you'll be memorizing sonnets and pretending that Beauty and Truth have an exotic sex live. One you can aspire to one day with with exotic people you were to stupid to love until it was too late. What is a piece of armor with nothing inside? This kid really thinks he's going to save the world; as if all that pain actually meant something.
Now I'm stuck thinking about everything as a whole. As if it's exploding out of my chest. As if I'm trying to express eternal truth and happiness, and I swear I've found it. But the only word I have is Everything, but they will never be enough.
81155[/b][/u]
I'm looking at this iron clad crusader and they're telling me it's me. Riding a horse like a whore, but he's sure he's in love. He is water in fueling fire and he carries a crustation in a cup calming karisma with a passive purity. This purely is a stretch of the imagination. Like harmonizing horizontal and vertical. Or writing your name in water because it is the moment. Goddamn Romantics. Besides, none of those bastards lived to be thirty. And it was extra tragic every time. Next you'll be memorizing sonnets and pretending that Beauty and Truth have an exotic sex live. One you can aspire to one day with with exotic people you were to stupid to love until it was too late. What is a piece of armor with nothing inside? This kid really thinks he's going to save the world; as if all that pain actually meant something.
Now I'm stuck thinking about everything as a whole. As if it's exploding out of my chest. As if I'm trying to express eternal truth and happiness, and I swear I've found it. But the only word I have is Everything, but they will never be enough.
81155[/b][/u]