A Spew

After a day of devouring...

Beware! No rhyme lies here...
Are the keystrokes that obvious? Is my fight to maintain clarity that clear? Alas, the ghost has not given up...it has only been relinquished for a moment in time to dream a dreamless sleep and wake in xanax induced fog. Yes, I do sit endlessly in darkness as that is where my spirit lies...without sunshine...without light, but the darkness to not rule supreme as a mere flicker of light discloses even the smallest of shadows. Aye, it is nice to find that glimmer of light that ever so gently opens the vastness of the dark and exposes the shadows that lie within.

Being that we are but emotional beings, we hold steadfast to that which we are comprised of. Is it not so that emotion is what makes our brains think, our heart soar, and our spirits rise? We are but inspirations to each other and thus we feed upon ourselves then spew our literature in such a fashion that it becomes our web. A web that entangles our victims awaiting our next bite or morsel!

Love be like a dragon which thou shalt slay with one swoop of thy mighty sword. Treat it like the opponent and thou shalt conquer. Lie hopeless and helpless, and thou shalt be eaten by the beast. Love is a never ending process of learning. We keep falling into the crevice deep yet have the ability to crawl out and aspire to yet another. It is progress as you learn a lesson each time you are defeated. This adds metal to your armor and thus you become stronger for the next round. You may feel weak, but you are more cunning in your behavior and seek that which is not akin to those prior. Sure there will be dings and dents, but strength to overcome and bear will be with you. Remember thy armor, and prevail! Always put self worth ahead even if only halfheartedly. To minimize "self" will bring defeat!

NOTES:
1) Who really does what is in their best interest?
2) Distance in any manner should not be kept between friends and true friends my wander in miles, but never in spirit.
3) As the eyes are the windows of the soul, they speak at great length where words do not dwell.
4) A true bouquet is that of dried flowers as they will not change in their configuration. Live
flowers wilt and die and their beautiful face no longer looks at the sun as their heads are down with eyes closed not seeing the floor.
5)A bit of hurt sometimes does the body good. Me thinks that people bend rather than break less they be ridged to begin with. - 4/20/06