

DrolleryDrollery is a life force forgotten, despite its constant presence; an art form unto itself Whimsy and comic gasp so they may breathe Flame; the essence of the Clown Jovial laugter is nothing more than a hoar-frost; encrusting real thought and delectation Making happiness mean nothing more than a pleasant game.Drollery
Tears become viscid and hot welding eyes shut, and closing all doors for people often forget the sugary taste


Of Flicker and AgeThe elder lived within the boy Unsure of reality or the many unknown versions of disarray The elder kept to all that is old and good the Legend, not yet lost The boy again within the elder holds all hope for things to come not so much forgotten, but seen once in a dream The boy and elder light the candles each for a separate purpose and ideal And all the while a friend watches both, unchanging and listens to their heartbeat rhythm one soft and knowing the other crushingly unsure, yet true to purpose The friend holds her own candle, unOf Flicker and Age


Quest for Lost InnocenceCorporate castles shed Steady streams of cold knights. A fallen maiden Covers up in concrete overcoats That shade a six inch sheath. Pence rattle like teeth In the clip of a tested 45. Eyes shadowed, A hood is nearly redundant Upon dark strands of a blackened mind. Internal bleeding rots into an Incurable disease. Boots claw at the ground below, Convincing cemetery gates to close. Frozen streets can't keep secret buried rage. Devils don't matter to a December Dragon, Determined to reclaim her purity.Quest for Lost Innocence


Response+ibleA blanket of daisies Supplanted by a maze of thorns, Where I stumble Wandering eyes reflect a lonely rose.Response+ible
Black scars and The smell of dried blood, Catch up with me In motionless scattered focus.
Convicted gardeners prune. Gripped tightly by the stem, A comfort in its last moments.
Abandoned and on my way, left behind, as Stomping ground for the next trespasser, If any pass by here.
Alone - a spontaneous shrivel, Eternally wither away. Every sunrise looks the same under dew filled eyes.
Skull cap removed, &
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I will prevail. You just wait.
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