Exception –

“I cannot be bound to the confines of your rules. I am the exception to them.”
Truth Devour, Wantin  
 “Exceptions are not proof of the old rule; they can also be a harbinger of a new one.”
jennifer-sixx

We were together for years it seems

but those days are just part of a dream

 
 
Heaven sent but hell bound
 
for my blood scent a female hound
 
 
 
Things left a confusing scene
 
broken scars all part of the sheen
 
Your memory still at midnight prevails
for all that is wrong, it still leaves trails
 
No more tears, their long gone
buried in the shadows of woman’s song
When the afternoon’s sun turns to nights wrath, I’m left with nothing. But God.
There is way that seems right to man, in my broken mind it’s a fallacy. But God.
Lust consumes and passions lead on into the gray of a twilight future. But God.
In vain chasing the white clouds that bring relief from this insanity. But God.
But even the high stacks of fortune’s thievery leave me alone. But God.
No way out of this green mile of hell’s gauntlet, cheered on by devils. But God.
In the desperate flames, drums of throbbing nights beat my soul. But God.
But God
will destroy contradiction
will make a way of escape
will break sadness with a smile

will set the solitary in a family.

 

First published in Opinionsofeye.com

10192013

 

Empathy

This method of writing eliminates as many words as I can from an existing piece to create a new element. I leave it open to your capable imagination my dear friends.

 “Resolve to be tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant with the weak and wrong. Sometime in your life, you will have been all of these.” – Gautama Buddha

infocaremd.
New
Seeing smiles, feeling frowns
Hearing empty laughter 
tears
Wet my reaching palm
A facade of silent screams
Searching, a waiting heart 
mourns
 Strangers will never know
 Old
I see their smiles, I feel their frowns
 
I hear their laughter, their tears wet my palm
 
Their facade is perfect, their silent screams for relief wake me
 
Even in laughter their heart mourns, how does a stranger know? 
 
 
I see your smile, I feel your frown
 
I hear your laughter, your invisible tears wet my palm
 
Your facade is perfect, your silent scream for relief wakes me
 
Even in laughter your heart mourns, how does a stranger know? 

– See more at: http://www.opinionsofeye.com/2010/12/empathy.html#sthash.azi4OmuA.dpuf

I see their smiles, I feel their frowns
 
I hear their laughter, their tears wet my palm
 
Their facade is perfect, their silent screams for relief wake me
 
Even in laughter their heart mourns, how does a stranger know? 
 
 
I see your smile, I feel your frown
 
I hear your laughter, your invisible tears wet my palm
 
Your facade is perfect, your silent scream for relief wakes me
 
Even in laughter your heart mourns, how does a stranger know? 

– See more at: http://www.opinionsofeye.com/2010/12/empathy.html#sthash.azi4OmuA.dpuf

I see their smiles, I feel their frowns
 
I hear their laughter, their tears wet my palm
 
Their facade is perfect, their silent screams for relief wake me
 
Even in laughter their heart mourns, how does a stranger know? 
 
 
I see your smile, I feel your frown
 
I hear your laughter, your invisible tears wet my palm
 
Your facade is perfect, your silent scream for relief wakes me
 
Even in laughter your heart mourns, how does a stranger know? 

– See more at: http://www.opinionsofeye.com/2010/12/empathy.html#sthash.azi4OmuA.dpuf

I see their smiles, I feel their frowns
I hear their laughter, their tears wet my palm
 
Their facade is perfect, their silent screams for relief wake me
 
Even in laughter their heart mourns, how does a stranger know? 
 
 
I see your smile, I feel your frown
 
I hear your laughter, your invisible tears wet my palm
 
Your facade is perfect, your silent scream for relief wakes me
 
Even in laughter your heart mourns, how does a stranger know?
I see their smiles, I feel their frowns
 
I hear their laughter, their tears wet my palm
 
Their facade is perfect, their silent screams for relief wake me
 
Even in laughter their heart mourns, how does a stranger know? 
 
 
I see your smile, I feel your frown
 
I hear your laughter, your invisible tears wet my palm
 
Your facade is perfect, your silent scream for relief wakes me
 
Even in laughter your heart mourns, how does a stranger know? 

– See more at: http://www.opinionsofeye.com/2010/12/empathy.html#sthash.azi4OmuA.dpuf


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