between a breathe of reason,
balanced on the edge of time
I am released from your torment
so gathers a guard of honour

straight jacket in hand I wander
back and forth, wondering why forgiveness
once a given is now resolute to change mid game
falling on all and landing on none

the men in black are back on the cusp
of darkness, rolling back the hands I breathe
must I lose a love before reverence overlays my life
now death is the beginning ? life the prologue

Given the choice
I'd actually prefer to do what's right,
but that's not afforded to everyone.

Some must do what they have to do
despite the repercussions,
and the embarrassment of egos.

Then, there are some whom do whatever
strikes their "fancy", at any given moment;
as is the case of my dark-eyed, beauty rare; mystically named, Oria.

With some imagination, and common sense
and an understanding of human ways,

one can figure every circumstance down
to one, or two of the most probable outcomes.

Sure, it may leave a somewhat wide margin
for a total, rock-n-sock 'em, out of the box surprise!

But, I can say for certain
that without a doubt, that's what makes life interesting.

Should a long-shot outcome, come to fruition;
then that's just fate shaking up the dice,

mixing things up, as it were;
and the worse that can happen is an anecdote.

i'm recieving inflections
you are feeding
hesitations
like shells through
a port
drawing closer the point
its all INTERCHANGE
the careful movements

"Sometimes Thorns Have Roses"
you sigh
your voice as soft as petals
through the smooth reciever

rain drums against the glass
hisses in the dark parking
lot on resting cars
And the bar band is playing
on