Thursday, August 3, 2006

Reprehensible truths

Regardless though, I find myself reflecting,
Silent sometimes, conjunctively deflecting.
What my contemplations refer to as my self...
Is often just a thought delving into illusions.
Another pointless whisper that I remember,
From the cold icy month of last December.
When your icy cold fingers touched my face...
Not with love or care but just with semblance...
Another furtive message on its slow way.
Mauled imaginations and clenched fists
Make for a beautifully repulsive couple....
Another day and one more hatred spawns,
Blind steps fondling their way to dawns...
What reality can I portray to myself tonight?
Another false dream or reprehensible truths.


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