Emotional

Trust or dependency...?
A want or a need...?
Distressed by personalities.
Disturbed by others destinies.
Believing that belief had never mattered.
The icons on the altar all lay shattered
by the psychic force in use. A darker light
was shining bright, askance, within their eyes.
In minds where gods would not abide.
A blinding brightness scorched their vision.
Sending them to spaces where a heaven
might survive. But decadence was in the air.
Survival of the soul a dare.
An experience of deity lay deeply
in a past of innocence. Where every
moment birthed a new experience.
White lightning flared.
The tower burned.
The vision just a shimmer.
Of all that once had lived so deep inside.
As they languished in the social pit
where demons roamed and diamond
backs were known to spit their venom.
Believing that belief had never mattered.
Discarding every icon that lay shattered
by the psychic force in use. A dark light
shining, there, within their eyes. Searching
through the hapless mess of ties that linger,
long beyond the life of givers. Still relevant,
and so emotional...

? Michaelette ?

3/6/2005
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