-=Unbelievable Untouchable=-

An Unbelievable Untouchable that's Almost Inevitable.
Time will dictate the page in the air.
Feathering down to pass the floor.
A careless creation out of my hands,
A dream awaits my trust within.

-=Dying Days=-

Such a Delicate Touch,

Such a Sentiual Sound.

As each day dies,

The funeral from each carries on to the next.

-=Addicted to a Dream=-

Sometime soon, Some place, where?
I'll be okay, or so I hear.
Its not just one thing, its just that one thing helps, and makes it worse.
Many hours, many faces to come and go.
An old love still lingers.
Does she still think about me? I've never quit.
Why here, where it hurts?
"Just forget and carry on." Its not so simple.
I'll miss all the little things, and all the big things.
I'll miss it all.
Addicted to a Dream, and Lost in it.
So she has chosen to not be happy, leaving me the same.

-=Hanging On A String=-

*written on 10/30/04
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Hold this, all night long.
Hope it never fades away.
Trust, in my heart, and in you, to do the same.
Why is this such a suprise to come to me?
But nothing like before,
It's something inside of me.
That won't let go and drift,
So further from the truth,
Still here I am with you.

*Continued on 11/04/04
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Why is this hard for me?
When all I'm to do is to carry on.
I can't stand the feeling of not having you in my...
In my loving arms.
So tell me why? Tell me when will I get to know?
About the things you feel and the things you keep inside.
There are times when I get confused with myself,
And why I'm doing this,
Hanging on a String.

-=Unreachable Fate=-

Nervous, Scared, Bothered, and Concerned.

The situation, an open composition.

It goes as it comes. I don’t want to lose her in the rumble.

“Don’t forget me, please.”

The future holds what no one knows.

I have faith that it could be great.

Her choice determines the Fate.

-=Prosthetic Emotions=-

I'm going crazy, and I can't stop it.
It's like I have no control over anything anymore,
Not even my thoughts, or feelings.
I try to make myself feel different, better.
But with no success. It's all just Prosthetic Emotions.
A smoke-screen from everything.
Seeping through so further from where I want to be.
Making myself feel better, just makes it worse.
And doing nothing at all, would just do nothing.

-="Skywalker" is Born=-

A new life brought into the world.
Untouched, and not knowing of what he has been brought into.
Bless this child, let him live well. My nephew "Skywalker".
Life please, live with him. Be good to him.
And carefully indulge him in everything he needs.

-=Repetitious Deliverance=-

Infections of Life, that's what they are.

Those little things that get in the way,

That make getting through them Victories.

Dawnless days of an Industrial Phase.

On and On we go teasing ourselves

With Temporary Destinations of Joy.

*Repetitious Deliverance*

*Originally Written on -- 01/21/04

-=Hollowed Out & Bordered Up=-

Hollowed Out and Bordered Up.
Living everyday with all my disbeliefs.
I'm tired now, yet hungry again.
Ready to take the world on as my life begins.
There's too much darkness now, I'm falling asleep.

*Originally Written on 10/25/02