There is melancholy in the wind
and sorrow in the grass
I lived like a gnostic watchman
in a room that had three doors
and no windows.
The walls wereclosing in.
My mind broke.
I believed
it was being cavitated, like a Swisscheese.
Anyone could walk through it.
And did.
Prearranged for dreadfulness,I went missing.
I was unable to go back to
find myself until my fireworks and boiling sorrow had turned
alluvial, motionless
, as in a young woman's mournful surrender.
I lay in the grass a long while.
As my hunger
returned, the grass would not bury me
so I ate it and grew strong.
i found you amidst it all
A detailed flame of purest joy
That coalesced the heavens in extreme awe
Who knows where the road will lead us
Only a fool would say
then maybe i am the fool
Cynicism comes from self-disgust,
Yearning for a world one has surrendered.
No vision is complete but in repose,
Implicit in the steady gaze within.

my week has beenwasted away. i have to say . it really has been.but so many things have happened that allow me to see.how insignificant i am to thee.less then 10. i counted not more.
am i that worthless.or of value more?what is real and not behind a facade.its hard to know.who can say but trust.trust you must but if you see.who is there to trust when you're left with less then 10 to plea.

i'm so random.
i have no idea waht i am writing.
aha
or rather typing.
anyway
yep
these are the people that visited me
charmaine
jeremy
tammy
aaron
sarah
garene
allison
wendeline
jill
yep
thats all
thank you. its really sweet of you ppl.. yep..