"We pass the word around; we ponder how the case is put by different people, we read the poetry; we meditate over the literature; we play the music; we change our minds; we reach an understanding. Society evolves this way, not by shouting each other down, but by the unique capacity of unique, individual human beings to comprehend each other." - Lewis Thomas

Monday, April 25, 2011

Minds of Madness

Buried deep within the mind of madness
Lies the lonely X on the map.

A darkness born of light of lust,
Tempests of loneliness pushing them away.

Strong words longing to be used,
A desire hidden in the darkest cornor.

In the darkness of the heart
There can only be truth.

In the fleeting moment before
The witnesses cry horror.

Eyes staring into the empty emotion,
Desperation aparent.

It is in death that virtue shines
And life that virtue dies.

Here in our existant plain
We swallow our sins and praise.

In the dark corners of our mind,
There awaits an X, a guide.

Alone, he wanders
Looking for the venturer.

"In those fleeting moments when an opportunity presents itself, we are able to see our full potential." - Authors note 02

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