marquis_de_odde
07-16-2005, 05:40 AM
Probing hungry eyes
Search the world
Wanting to know secrets
Burnt in saffron
Mystic images
Enlightened epiphanies
Glorious realization
Sometimes I feel alive
More alive
Than the average suburban housewife
Could ever dare dream
But then there are the times
When one delves far too deep
Inside oneself
Or existance in general
And things invert to trouble
Naivety and curiosity can be dangerous
When coupled with the ultimate truth
I don't know when to draw the line
Never have
So I continue to wander
And go into expedition
Drugs
Religion
Philosophy
The human condition
Mad early morning conversation
Deep and meaningful moments
Held with complete strangers
I'll never see again
A child
A woman
A drifter
A desperate lonely soul
Miss popular
Cruel hearted high priestess
Crafty little dreamer
Shiftless lazy charge
Angry stumbling heretic
Offensive
Misunderstood
Mellow
Hyper
See-through selfish
Whole hearted saint
It seems all that was
Is no more a point of interest
Guilt rises from familiarity
Intercepted by hedonism
Works into the scheme
No matter how far one runs
Burys into hot aching sand
Tries to deny
What the psyche can never forget
It all turns back in time
Origin is my curse
Search the world
Wanting to know secrets
Burnt in saffron
Mystic images
Enlightened epiphanies
Glorious realization
Sometimes I feel alive
More alive
Than the average suburban housewife
Could ever dare dream
But then there are the times
When one delves far too deep
Inside oneself
Or existance in general
And things invert to trouble
Naivety and curiosity can be dangerous
When coupled with the ultimate truth
I don't know when to draw the line
Never have
So I continue to wander
And go into expedition
Drugs
Religion
Philosophy
The human condition
Mad early morning conversation
Deep and meaningful moments
Held with complete strangers
I'll never see again
A child
A woman
A drifter
A desperate lonely soul
Miss popular
Cruel hearted high priestess
Crafty little dreamer
Shiftless lazy charge
Angry stumbling heretic
Offensive
Misunderstood
Mellow
Hyper
See-through selfish
Whole hearted saint
It seems all that was
Is no more a point of interest
Guilt rises from familiarity
Intercepted by hedonism
Works into the scheme
No matter how far one runs
Burys into hot aching sand
Tries to deny
What the psyche can never forget
It all turns back in time
Origin is my curse