JeffDLakatos

Deserted playgrounds Laments of an empty swing Vanishing raindrops Tennessee's brown gold Embodiment of reason Nectar of the gods A murder of crows Clouding spirits of sailors Like a long black veil Delusional We're bookshelves on a galleon Waiting for the storm Think creatively Subscribe to ambiguity Oedipal climax

I walk past you, no more than a fleeting presence...invisible, but not quite. Just the enough amount of being noticed to be merely glanced over, dismissed; easily forgotten. The seething hatred burns my flesh, all the plastic making it unbearable for me to think. The clichees make a rather becoming mask for what lies dormant inside. Sickly sweet, so delicious that it is intoxicating but none of you see the power held within such falsehoods. It is wry, and dangerous how you seem to exist in perfect harmony. Wrapped in a camoflauge of attire, I exist but only unto myself. Seeping my will from the feigned silence of the suburbs to the lecherou

Weaving, spinning, dreaming molten threads come together fissures are crossed, crevices brimming with thoughts boundless words wildly wither away and make way for ideas of a tame nature, they grit their teeth strings sing sweetly and tighten about the captives lost in a reverie betwixt the conscious fighting the reality that incarcerates them they try and break free, but the silver binds them the sweet musings of insanity beckons and they harken to it drawn within, puppets on strings of molten brass once inside its embrace, they are slaves living inside the music that traps them within dreams roar and nightmares swee