Fables and Revelations

Lost in the crowd of fleeting hail, peering out through the veils of the diseased man, where were his creatures that played with his time? The voices that kisses his ear and whispers those decaying bitter sweet nothings into his ears, where is his deliverance. Trapped, caged in a putrefying capsule of flesh and blood, of intense fear. The sound of your heart thumping hard and like a slimy red warm frog it starts crawling up your throat. The heat of the room whirls around you and the world seems unbearable, then silence.

I sit back and listen to the soft melodious voice of her and seek the solace of my heart inside. Her voice, like the bittersweet taste of a hot cup of cocoa on a rainy day, smooth, warm, soft like silk slithering down my throat. Like gentle kisses on a summer morning on my belly, the touch of warmth on my skin in the cold lonely winter. Her voice sinks like an anchor within the depths of the deepest blue ocean, into the murky darkness of the beyond. Echoing in my bones, such is the beauty of the song.

Oh so sadly, love brings about the torrid rain and the madness, the insanity that is the shrieking laughter, the drunken stupor, the eyes that reflect the beauty of the moon. Listen to the stories, through the smoke and the wicked smiles as the world toss back her blonde bouncy curls and shower you with earthly delights. Many are stubborn in pursuit of the path they have chosen, few in pursuit of the goal. Friedrich Nietzsche