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sketching a labyrinth to the soul of understanding



peer into me sweet unbearable darkness



one pivotal imperfection laid so achingly bare



discontent hordes the gasps in the fiber of even our worst hate



meant to be cleansed in the waters of restless reason once but no longer



Ah, if love could only see life's smallest smile



nothing then would her true spirit not dare



ransom



a sweet jeopardy



blows kisses to foul lips that speak words far too sweet to be passing such careless threshold



ridiculous is such a tree turning on the sky



mother to its beautiful branches



father to its glorious growth



baby sitter for the breeze that beckons the lonesome wind to come and play



all participate in a game that cannot be lost for true selves are found just here upon such plain



and man is the sole investigator of his own purpose and path



walking away from all so we can better find the GOD our souls needed in that moment to leave behind



why even chaos can create sense in the minds of those who cannot otherwise think clearly



so Imagine the path that the truly self aware must take



these same rocks become boulders and are bound to hurt the feet but the soul in such quest builds invaluable foundations that one's humanity cannot minutely imagine



so for some



one can almost understand



why the ignorance is sometimes the more welcome



of the two...........



                                                                        (July 8,2000 10am)