She was an abused batted beaten soul,
An artist many would oppose,
Family friends,
All looked the other way,
Her cries for help ignored,
Her escape door closed,
Only two options,
Opt in or opt out,
Her choice was to weather the storm,
Ride it along.
He was a scorned lover student of the word,
An artist who repressed himslef,
Ignoring signs of help,
Losing touch with reality,
Fall in different traps of insanity,
Drunken nights filled with so much marijuana smoke,
Self pity, self loathing, self hating,
Blaming self for things he had no control of,
Two choices,
Give in to depression,
Or rise against it,
Unfortunately he lost to his,
Coasting off to a distance land.
She found him,
On an island,
Lost without passion and purpose,
She was revived and rejuvenated from her experenices,
Him indifferent to the world,
Felt like a lost soul,
Their hearts entwined,
In both body and mind,
Thus their past,
They forgotten.
Two kindred spirits,
On a journey,
Into the beyond,
Beyond thought,
Beyond sight,
Beyond heaven,
Beyond hell,
Beyond humanity,
Beyond this,
Thus making them forever conceptually in love.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Concept Living
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