Tuesday, September 23, 2008

True Story

wandering the corridors of a naked heart
exposed to the traps of human flaws and the epitomes
of restless souls

searching for a rock, and finding only the sand
common to the shore

washing in and out with the rythmic asphyxiation
of only the deepest blow

in vain as crazy as dumb brilliance

finding none but a two dimensional world
of vagrant sorrows in your attempt
to dispel all emotion

and find purity of reason and feeling and justification 
for the weight carried by a gifted pen


- Zeitgeist