a critical mass

all hurrying
towards our death

the ultimate goal
in life


I have a friend
who calls himself Kaos
with a K

wild daisies couldn't
play with his kind
yet they whisper
ever so loudly,
beckoning his spirit
to grasp their dry petals
and release the warmth of pain

silly rain clouds prance
about at this portrayal

lightening thoughts
flash thru our spheres
like that of a silent strobe

so fast
they seem motionless,
queerly
they ramble
on momentless,
very nihilistic


caught forever by one
I'll never forgive

and together we die

Apart

Alone

01/31/1997

Author's Note: wherever you may be ~ I love you and I miss you (us)

Posted on 10/31/2004
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