So onwards I go, to quit procrastinating and express a coherent thought about The Hollow Men.


ShadowsDont think, just act. Do not let the Shadow fall between,Shadows
diluting your Experience is the knife-edge of Understanding is the unobtainable Goal that you set yourself so you will always Know
Failure
is the point of Life would be dull if Success
were guaranteed. The Shadow haunts us.
No one can live by thought alone. There will
Time when you are dead, for idle
Thought is not experience.
Scour the land, juice it dry, Doing something. Anything.
Dont


There is good in life.Tell me whats good in your life. I am eating toast and peanut butter. Its the crunchy kind. That is the best thing in your life right now? Tonight? Yes. And it is almost all eaten.There is good in life.


A JourneyA JourneyA Journey
They were sitting there, just the two of them. The mid-day sun filtered down through the trees. The birds sang, the flies buzzed, and the cicadas sang their scratchy tune over the roar of the near-distant waves. Physically apart, sitting on the dunes above the Great lake Huron, they were in silent commiseration with each other and with the world. Raymonds pupils were dilated; they nearly encompassed his deep brown irises in their thirst for light. It was as if they were parched from a lifetime in the desert and were now confronted with the oasis for the first time. They could not get enough to drink. After a


Dinner With The Royale CourtIn the dark, and dead of night, it's crawling down to you.Dinner With The Royale Court
From basements filled with rotting meat, to children crying in defeat, and places reeking of the elite,
I'll knock you where you stand.
Condensation drips down pallid walls, as moisture creeps upon the floors, mould is blossoming it's gossamer draws, and mother nature's flunkie crawls,
Please start, Mr Marching-band.
It's slinking closer with bloodied feet, and drinking up where jugulars' meet, sitting in the filthy peat,
Climbing, hand by hand.
Ey


The Tangles of Teenage YouthThe Tangles of Teenage YouthThe Tangles of Teenage Youth
"She is only discovered, when she ready to be discovered."
Lost in the tangles of teenage youth she delights in the rebellion of parents Social norms become the laughing matter As the tight jeans, patches sewn on denim jackets, black hair, cigarettes, coffee and intellectualism
become her friends
Her lacy blouse barely covering her chest Her short, dark, curly hair free, and in charge Heads turn as she walks in pure and untouched but the delusions of the one she loves pins her down His friend, Insanity, takes her purity a


Vagabond CrushA thread of lust is crystalized Binded by your deep brown eyes Fragrant skin within my grasp Beauty bound, my limbs collapse Bonding trust beneath the sheets Sweating, thrust, as two hearts beat Hold me deep with no regrets Beneath the stars as the sun sets A deep caress, a wanting smile Two hearts forever, outlasting trialVagabond Crush