feeling poetic

sudden pain
breaking apart
love torn away
from a broken heart

violent impulses
held in tight
cradled in darkness
away from the light

no thinning clouds
under no blinding sky
for freedom I weep
forever I cry

locked here in my
dark garden of stone
I dream of my past
my future alone

hearts broken
pain without end
for now I sleep
waiting for when

for rising tides
and shaking ground
this world gone wrong
becomes fire bound

kingdoms of fire,
landscape burnt bare
take care of the edge
dragons be there

J

Another day in paradise

or some such shit. I'm hanging out here in the cave alone again. Jolyn is off with her mother doing some crazy fucking thing. This time it's a mother/daughter bowing league. For gods sakes. You've got to be kidding me. Bowling?

Oh well, at least she left me entertainment. Jo brought me new dvds, this time two years worth of some tv show called Dexter. Have to admit, she knows me well. I do love this show. My only complaint is that sometimes it seems the murdering psycho complicates simple things. If it's his nature to kill, why is it wrong for him to do so? I seriously like that he found a way to channel his needs into something that improved the world as a whole.

Hate to get deep and analytical, but I wonder if I can turn my own dark nature to some favorable light? Not sure, but I'll have to give it some thought. My particular skills at first seem to have only one use and I don't think the rest of the inhabitants of this paradise would appreciate being burned into nonexistence. I could be wrong but since it's sort of a one time thing, I don't think I'll experiment.

Not that it matters since I'm still locked up here.

J