DeviousnessDarkly they peer through the glass of creationdim though the light may be sometimesdestined to search for something thatdashes apart conventionality anddecides them as originalDoesn't this look like art to you?Didn't you touch something within yourself thatdances somewhere within their work? That's what they want.Doing what they do best - they areDeviants.
BeliefBack in the corner of their mind's cafe,beneath the old window that no one looks out of anymorebroken people sit with coffee cupsbrushed with the color of mistrust and thebitter tasting liquid of pain insidebut there are those who choose to sitbetween the jukebox and the donut counterbelieving in the music andbuying the dream.
I Dreamed of a Little BoyI dreamed of you last night.You laughed and ran in circlesaround meadoring eyes looking upas the sunlight caught their colorand turned the cornflowers into sapphiresi sat down on the bank of the riverand watched you as you ran in the shallowslike a water nymph at playsplashing water as if it were fairy dustand you wanted to shower it over the entire worldi listened to your happy laughterand almost couldn't distinguish the soundfrom the gently giggling riveras it slid over the moss covered rocksyou ran to melooking something like a little drowned ratbut the smile on your face wasdreams and sunshine and everythingi've always wanted for myselfall rolled up into a tiny packagea litle boy's facewith red hair and freckleseyes that dance like starlight over wavesand the not too distant manyou will grow to belurking just behind the innocencethat I am trying so hard to keephere.
I Have Come FarI have come far, my friend.My journey took me placesI never wish to see again.I have screamed at the sight of wild beastswho lay in wait for meeager to sink jagged teethinto my tender flesh.Cried as the demons surrounded metheir eyes flashing wickedlyas they held out gargoyle clawsand demanded a piece of my soul.clutched at the vines of doubtas they wrapped around mesqueezing at my lifeand I fought for every breath.There were times I knew I would die there.There were times I begged to die.Welcomed it.But I have not come this farto die,or to hand over what I amto the hordes of malicious meat-eaterswho try to drown me in self-doubt.Not I.I have returned.And I am here, my friend,to tell you that I heard you.in the abyss that my mind becameyou whispered to mespurred my feet to moveand pulled me alongwith your own ropes of beliefin a faith I had lostin a person I did not think I would be again.I am here,and I am whole.And I have come far, my friend,to sa
The Doortraveling through this tunnelnever thought I'd see a lightmy feet are bruised and bleedingand the darkness voided my sighttouch the wall beside mefeel the edge of broken dreamswipe my blood upon my dressas my throat chokes back a screamplodding steadily onwardthrough the maze of disbeliefin love, or me, or anyonemy only friend's been griefbut every circle comes aroundto the place it was beforeand no matter how long your tunnel isyou'll somehow come to a doorperhaps you'll see it way up thereand run to open it widemaybe you'll crawl the last few feetwith searing pain in your sidebut sooner or later we all stand thereat the end of our own black holestrong in a way 'cause we made it throughyet weak like a newborn foaland as i finally stand in frontof the exit from this placei say farewell to this dungeon darkas the light touches my face.
LosingWhen you have come to the placewhere your faith is all but goneit's scary.trying to hang on to whatever it isthat you think you have leftbecause you love the colorof your son's eyes.looking back and taking stockin a life that was maybe betterleft unlived.yet knowing you don't have the gutsto make it all stopbecause you'd miss your baby's laugh,if nothing else.too afraid of what people would say"too weak, too cowardly, too.."feeling as though you're hangingby the proverbial threadbut your fingernails aren't long enoughto grasp the end anymoreand you're slipping fartherthan you ever thought you could.day in, day outnothing changesbut the speed of the rollercoasterthey're taking you onsomething about youruins everyone you get close toand the salt of your tearsis the most common taste in your mouthbut the thing that frightens you mostis that you know you're not in controlnot anymore...and you wonder if you ever were.
Walls With No Gatesdon't come near me.just because you can't see the walldoesn't mean you won't hit it.no, there's no gate where you can get in.i built over that long ago.why are there different kinds of brick?well, i had to add on a few times.don't bother getting comfortable outside, eitheri get nervous when people staysoon they all want inand i'll never let that happenwhy?because they trash the place.oh, don't tell me that crapI can too stay in here forever.I'm self-sufficient!I have everything I need here.well, let's put it this way -if I don't have it now, i don't need itand i sure don't want to go outside and get it.i know you're not asking to move inside permanentlybut i don't allow visitors either.it's a mess in here,trust me.can't seem to get the place cleaned upfrom the last person I let in.and don't think if you hang out here long enoughthat i'll ever let you in.you think you're the first personto bring flowers for my window?Sorry. You're not.Can you leave now?I
You Paintyou are worth nothing without me.everything you are is what i have given you.stupid, ignorant wordsyet when they fall like acidfrom the lips of your belovedyou are forced to look around youand see what is there -not what you want it to be.in that instant of realizationyou are stripped of everythingthe colors drained from the cute little lifeyou've painted for yourselfand suddenly, the black and whitetoo stark for you to deal withhow could you have not seenthese fatal flaws in the design?oh, you painted over them.bright, brilliant colorslayer upon layerYou paint.And the green that made them think of emerald fieldswas for the endless nights spent cryinguntil your eyes screamed for restand your lungs were too tired to sob anymorethe red strokesthose are for the hours spentso angry you frightened yourselfso full of rage you questioned your sanityand no one knewyou're too embarrassed to admityou made yet another wrong choiceso you paint again.more breathtakin
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