I can feed your illusions
Alleviate the confusion
With a sweet taste of fantasy
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I can shroud you in darkness
Force you to cry and confess
With a promise of ecstasy
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I can make you wish
I can make you believe
I can make you steal
I can make you deceive
But that’s not the way
I love
“To perceive the real within the virtual machine, one must take a step back from the screens in order to view the obvious. For the machine: the screen is a means of projection. The machine itself is a tool in unseen hands.”
My little bird of spring
You somehow survived the winter
After refusing to leave
During the fall
You found a warmth
That melts the snow
And an embrace
That won’t let go
And thus declared
That warmer climes
Were not your call
The root spreads with symbolism
Digging deep in to Mother Earth
Feeding the sprout
That reaches for the heavens
Taking from the cold and dark
To shine a light on our humanity
She peered in to the devils eyes
And saw innocence
Her questions answered
With sincerity
Answers
That would sow a grain of change in her mind
What’s in a smile?
Contagion!
A very personnel fear
An urge to push away
I feel it say
You’re going to get hurt
You’re going to get hurt
Set a distance
Play it safe
And you won’t feel a thing
The clock struck midnight as the two candles were lit. One for the future and the other for days gone by. A silent lady was present with a scroll and brush in one hand and a long flaming match in the other. The orange flames from the candles and match illuminated three small porcelain dishes upon which were neatly piled three pigments: black, red and white. A forth dish sat apart upon which the silent one placed the burning match so that it could burn to its end.
The scroll and brush were then placed on the floor in such a manner that they formed the Roman numeral V with the three dishes at its summit.
The lady then rose and turned on the spot, making her long white dress sway and the candles flicker. Stepping forward she faded in to darkness as a second lady came forth from it and knelt before the scroll and brush.
In her hands were two pieces of wood carved into the shape of serpents. The one in her left hand was painted black with purple eyes and the one in her right hand was painted white with crimson eyes. She unrolled the scroll and placed a serpent on either side so that the scroll remained open and flat on the floor. She rose, turned and a third lady shadowed past her holding a crystal bowl of water between her hands.
She placed the bowl opposite the dish upon which lay the now spent match and thus completed the symmetry of the objects before her. With the exception of the brush which was laying next to the black serpent. She picked it up with her left hand, dipped it in the bowl of water and with sharp and fast strokes wrote upon the scroll. Then, closing her eyes. She reached out to the pigments, clenched a handful of the first one she felt then threw it on the scroll. With her eyes remaining closed she lay down the brush, gently felt for the serpents and with the tips of her fingers pushed them apart. The scroll sprung back in to its cylindrical shape and she softly sighed knowing that she must remain still until both candles had reached their end.
“If only I can make you dream the way I do then destiny will smile upon us all.”
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