Turbulence
When winning
When losing
When anywhere that lies in between
Unfounded jealousy
Created by a green behemoth
So beautiful, she...
My secret
The one that they search for
The one that I see them try to wrangle to the fucking ground
Squeezing the life from it as it reincarnates deep within the orb
Why I ever allowed for it to be borrowed I will never know
Never before
Never again
It already belongs to me
I copulate with creatures of the arcane
Creating within me the prism that becomes my cloak from the cold
This iciness that, for whatever reason, remains abreast of the May night\'s skies
Proving that patterns are real and that they do die and then they are again reborn
Turbulence that gnaws upon the thoughts that run much deeper than Mother Nature ever would
The good
The bad
Nothing uglier than nothing at all
Remaining at war to overcome the semi-permanent stain of the grey
They even sit there watching me as I play them against themselves
The truth of my intentions unknown even to me
They constantly try to challenge the ring of reality behind the few words that they may happen to hear me say
Most likely, no definitely, intentionally misspoken
The vows that they assume I have taken they have all broken somewhere within the myriad of all the futile attacks
I am, indeed, like they but only just an animal
But, my wisdom keeps me blanketed by covering up all of my tracks...
5/7/2010