Words from the mind of Marcus Byron Cheney

Month: September, 2007

I think I am winning, hide and seek - year 25.

The chemicals stain the cement
making ink blots
for passing ponderers
to interprit
to understand all things
in the grand sceme
threw the delusions
of granduer schematics
I am adicted
to adicts
always seeing kindness
for weakness
just before the kill
vanishing like extinct
spirits
thisting in the unknown
quence with breaths
count your steps
disrobe her breast
and suckle silently
till you regain
enough strength
to reduce all stress
to zero
and all things being
equal
in the times of [...]

two candels - a forever changed landscape.

 
Its almost my birthday
and I would thank you for life
if you had not been so selfish
in our short time
there has been no need for thanks
or consilation
of all my tragedys
your pending death
is of little consiquence
its a broken heart
regardless of what the doctors say
I know this
having burried you already
and in these last days
think
what could I have done [...]