Altercations
By sidewinder
Intrusions, Altercations in the mind, Affiliations with mirrors into the soul, But the meaning is well taken, Pleasure is meant as a passing of time, Creation of fantasies held into the wind like a kite risen high in flight, But with that absence of a moment, Here it comes plummeting to the ground, Gone forever... with the appreciation of a simple pleasure, And where is the honor? Images... held in a horror, But forgetting a memory, Illusions delve deeply into the subconscious, Bringing out the best of us, And drawing out the worst of us, Creating a universe forever in our mind. Aug. 14, 1996 Written December 29th, 2001 © on Jun 14 2002 08:38 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 0 • 4
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