Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Sunday, August 28, 2005
ARTIST ANGIE TITLED INFACTUATED
No clue as to my fixation.
Drifting my thoughts in its direction
All but jumbles these jigsaw pieces-
Tirelessly ventured.Countlessly failed.
They're veiled in dark light,
While awkwardly fondled at
By my clumsy sentiment
And inhibited pride.Nervous
Mere sediments of poise prevail,
Yet my only ailment is...
My craving for more-
More confusion and reverie.
More lust and pain-
That gratifying pain
Only my baselessmind could deem sane.
I'm helpless. Pathetic.
Indecisive in deciphering
Your complex code,
All the while desperately trying
-in vain-
To fabricate composure.
Deep anxiety washes away
Any sliver of optimism I had
But I have a task to see through...
See I feel that through and within you,
My desire for a passionate and true bond
Could finally be within my reach-
Which explains my brave breach
Of the standard girl/boy approach.
Now...
I'm yet to find if this was worth it...
Hear what you say.
Find where I stand....
If I have a place..
