before class
Submitted by paulevan on Wed, 10/17/2007 - 2:48pm
i'm lost, loosing shafts of light in a realm of night. promises of a salvation that may only be a state of being would be enough for me if and when they were/are fulfilled. beauty for a content druggie. not always destined to be asleep in the sea. soon to awaken, then brought forth to the realm of creation. a song to continue the vital flow of slurred speach and broken lingo. expectations leave one hollow, but are unavoidable, as they are a part of the human condition. all this time i've only been killing time until i find her-my angel. my lover. the heart is fond of what makes it strong, and to what weakens-it is also drawn. i don't know who will decipher these hierogliphs. they attempt to be inconsequencial, yet prophetic hopeful and significant. blessings to you. i know that what it comes down to is love, but to say that seems like i'm only spitting posotive rhetoric.