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Date Posted: 10:14:00 02/22/04 Sun
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I woke with that desolate apprehension once again. I ached in my spirit. My soul wept with tears of remorse, tears that were once dried. Anger and vengence coated the sides of my parched lips. Dust from a soul, once thought buried. Spun the morn air with speckles of hate and vengenance. A early sun beam heating the air allowing them to spin and twirl in a chaotic dance. As my eye's focused to my humble surroundings, I reclaimed my logic. It was a whisper this time. An almost intangiable reprieve from the ghostly dreams that invade my walking darkness. I float laziley towards drink. Green tea it is, and the taste of it reels my foggy mind back to my hushed abode. Yet I can't release this ghastly cloud of angst from the corners of my soul. The dried spittle of a night's walk through hatred has softened, and released it's hold upon my parched lips. Yet the only reprieve I find, is to sit here and write from deep within my soul. But my mind calls me to self medication. Alas my bane. For with the slumber I receive, the walls of rest thin between the dire memories crashing at the door. Desirous to inflict their wretched loathing once again upon the mirror of my soul. Where the infracted light is spun like a web through the speckles of hate and vengence chaotically dancing in the mirrored light.
I am lonesome yet surrounded. Oh if only to touch the lips of love once again, and for a moment envelope my aching heart in the warmth of joy as God meant man to experience it. But alas, sleep doth smote my weary heart with walls of a dusty passage. Chemicals swim within my cortex,bidding me rest. It is yet morn and my mind clammers for the deluge of night. Not as Father time would know it, but as the dusty dreams whispering me back to my old haunt. Where no one can come, least I wake and tell of the going on's within my cobwebbed lair. Who know's? maybe the maiden of the lake will take my hand and allow me to fly where the sun sets and rises. Where the rainbow no longer appears as an arch but the full circle that it is. Where the planets and stars dance in unison, to the graceful rythems of the expanding universe. Yet I take my weary lantern and follow the well trodden path back to my lair of rest. So that I might lay my weary head and drift asleep. The pounding,wailing,and gnashing. Ghastley memories, banging on the walls of my dusty lair.
Come to me sleep. Come, and close the doors to my soul. Bar them with iron, and gird them with strong timbers. Allow me my old friend to kiss peace if but for a moment. For the clammering is becoming intense and the demons yell at me with vengeful wails.
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