Anna Wrecks It
Ex-Bluelighter
- Joined
- Feb 10, 2003
- Messages
- 99
Amphibious eyes peeking only half above water in the luminous east
As eyes peer back and can never meet
As they are drawn to that which has been withheld
To reach that summit of all that we’ve been denied
Experiencing the impulses of the perverse –
The forbidden cookies when mother isn’t looking we now are
And as I’m enlightened with glimpses of your graces
And as I shudder in catacombs of fear
A bedroom evolved into an awaiting shrine
An altar with my heart in sacrifice to you
A pathetic pantheon in dedication to being forever in your debt
Offer writings to you that only hold a shadow of substance
Intoxicated with mere ideas and dreams
And my acting on the is my restitution
And my failing will be its own persecution
It’s impetuous to do nothing less than worship you
And treat you as an equal in one swooning swoop
Bulldoze through neural pathways to the mainsprings of sub-consciousness
To find the words I can utter to you that can scare, comfort, excite and calm
As the daring short skirts in the 1920’s
To annunciate pregnant sentences
As each syllable rages over burning coals barefoot
Toward the hymental heaven so chains may turn into feathers
When we can obsess in the pleasure of every loving and lusting glutton
When we can finally give in to the faculty of impulses in our souls
Through all the heartfelt and cerebral out lashings
Running and getting scraped by the thorns of paradoxical side show brush
That’s nothing more than a temptation for emotional Armageddon
That constant ranting of dialectics and opposites that seems so petty
When we see how each neuron and essences beyond quantum fabrics of each other
Act in unison as each other’s ventriloquist
When we escape it all, the blisters and sores will have meaning
We will find that hiding, deceptive, pervasive aura of peace
[ 11 February 2003: Message edited by: Anna Wrecks It ]
As eyes peer back and can never meet
As they are drawn to that which has been withheld
To reach that summit of all that we’ve been denied
Experiencing the impulses of the perverse –
The forbidden cookies when mother isn’t looking we now are
And as I’m enlightened with glimpses of your graces
And as I shudder in catacombs of fear
A bedroom evolved into an awaiting shrine
An altar with my heart in sacrifice to you
A pathetic pantheon in dedication to being forever in your debt
Offer writings to you that only hold a shadow of substance
Intoxicated with mere ideas and dreams
And my acting on the is my restitution
And my failing will be its own persecution
It’s impetuous to do nothing less than worship you
And treat you as an equal in one swooning swoop
Bulldoze through neural pathways to the mainsprings of sub-consciousness
To find the words I can utter to you that can scare, comfort, excite and calm
As the daring short skirts in the 1920’s
To annunciate pregnant sentences
As each syllable rages over burning coals barefoot
Toward the hymental heaven so chains may turn into feathers
When we can obsess in the pleasure of every loving and lusting glutton
When we can finally give in to the faculty of impulses in our souls
Through all the heartfelt and cerebral out lashings
Running and getting scraped by the thorns of paradoxical side show brush
That’s nothing more than a temptation for emotional Armageddon
That constant ranting of dialectics and opposites that seems so petty
When we see how each neuron and essences beyond quantum fabrics of each other
Act in unison as each other’s ventriloquist
When we escape it all, the blisters and sores will have meaning
We will find that hiding, deceptive, pervasive aura of peace
[ 11 February 2003: Message edited by: Anna Wrecks It ]
