Les Projections Mentales

Mindful chassés
Amidst quixotic skirmishes
Riding abstract waves -
En pointe flourishes

Disciplined glissandos
Along illumined keys
Measured tremolos
Vibrating Gaia's seas

Orchestrated precision
Whirlpools twist
Nature's decision
At the turn of a wrist

Enigmatic code
Manifests intention
From Water's abode
Emerges dimension

- J. Sadler

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Insatiable Appetites

Do you think me pleased? Why should I be? How can I hide My wrath from thee? I cannot fit your meter My rhythm rules to-day. Your snub-nosed convention Is repugnant anyway. Why do I keep giving These People a chance To realize they are performers In a malignant dance? I keep thinking they'll learn To stretch their narrow views Yet their ears are closed. What is the use? Do you really think Nothing matters in the end? Are my words meaningless? Wisdom dissolves in The Wind. And so ere it goes. From Age to Age. You'd think you'd learned your History Yet you can't even bear one Page. So now off I go Once again to the underground. All of these fucking imbeciles Mindlessly prancing around. Annihilation is their guide. That's the nature of the Beast - Listening to bloodthirsty maniacs They long for their feast. You think you possess The Eye of Eternity? You are blindfolded By your own merciless depravity! You take your aim Through the scope of the sniper. Merrily you go...

Depression

Why do I become enraged? Why is happiness so far out of reach? Why can't I at least love myself? Why can't I appreciate my existence? Why am I tormented? Why do I ruin everything I love? Why does it feel foreign to be kind? Why do I avoid people or push them away? Where has all my energy gone? Where did joy escape to? Where can I find some strength? Where did all the time go? When is the last time I laughed? When will I stop faking contentment? When can I rest from this painful emptiness? When will I figure it out? How can I be so rude? How do others see me? How do I fix myself? How do I find refuge? I'm graceless. I'm unlovable. I'm repulsive. I'm fake. How I wish someone would just... Hold my face and assure me I am none of those things. I only want to be forgiven and understood. Perhaps I am too far gone to save. What has gone so terribly wrong in me That I'm uncapable Of steering my ship Through the changing tides? Why do I wreck it instead And blam...

The Abyss

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