In the middle...
not clear but not too vague. visible but not distinct. shining through -- bares something, not everything. an irony in imperfection...
not clear but not too vague. visible but not distinct. shining through -- bares something, not everything. an irony in imperfection...
september
October 1, 2006a month had past without a post
though quite a jolly one
i will just let them pass
and won't let this blog know
—–
broken promise, broken heart,
broken soul, broken dream
o cry with me september
let your rain pour down in my eyes
since the day has come
when half of life has dawned
let sorrow mock my sanity
and disgust run through my blood
weep, shout, o soul of mine
and let them linger a moment
when reason has gone
and dream is lost
to a world which is known
as nowhere


