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Coffee postulations I don't make art anymore
i barely craft words into tangible thoughts
delusions circled by illusions
dipping out like rings from a pebble
dropped to disturb the glassy serene
making sense of chaos and beauty
seems to kill me as easily as it releases me
I could write in such a way that
none could think and when thought had tthunk
my particular brand of chaotic beauty escapes them
juggernaughts and all I have fallen and yet to fall.
the pit of this belly has drunk it's fair share of shite
ever wrong ever right against whose criteria tonight?
if this is my swan song I refuse It
it has yet to pound the depths of my emotion
or finger the beauty of my creations.
a humble vigil as the rain of pain and passion converge
on another round of meaningless words.
Good job
Omg I love this one!!
B~Ur~Self!
Dearest friends, thank you
Dearest friends, thank you all so much you kind, generous and thoughtful words, they have brought me to tears! I don't think I could go back to living without knowing you all. I am truly touched by each response and I was struggling all day to give each a response that was deserved but I struggled to find beautiful enough words that could describe my deep gratitude and sense of peace. You are very good friends and I love you all so. Please or give my un poetic response I just wanted to be real and let you know that you are some of the few people who have touched my heart more deeply in my life so thank you hugssssssssssssasss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
"I'm the Juggernaut Bitch!"
So jugger naught and except a reprise
For a swan song is never the end of a life
You were not mute through the good or the bad
So, my dear SSmoothie, try not to be sad
Purga- my s-tory
Betwixt hell and heaven's gait
Yet I walk along, no sense to play it safe
If we're going to die tonight
We'll do it living this life
If I fall from a bridge, it's because something pushed me
If I crash into it, it was something I couldn't see
The fates may hate me, but when I stand at the gates
I will not falter, for then, only the furnace awaits
So stand and be true to what is truly you
If you're going to die tonight
Make sure it while you're living your life
And if you assume your words can't be understood
Remember there's someone who sees what you should
Who knows what you would
And who does what you could
So let this be a testement to life
If we're going to die tonight
We'll do it living our lives
No words that pass through your lips
Or travel from your fingertips
Will ever be...meaningless
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
I've read your words over and
I've read your words over and over. I won't pretend I fully understand them. However one thought echos after reading this your chaotic beauty has never been meaningless even if you see no purpose. This I know. Juggernaughts...
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond
Thanks diamond, much
Thanks diamond, much appreciated :) just leaned an am injury may be permanent :( not feeling very arty! Great to see you again! :D hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
juganaut... Jugger-naught
juganaut... Jugger-naught play on words
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."