How is it one
Falls so in love
With the emptiness of silence?
& these crazy ladies chasing
After these meaningless tyrants
& this addictive time-wasting
Welcome to the land of confusion
Welcome back to the grand delusion
With which we forever flee
The nightmare once thought a dream
The few wild animals left to see
Just roam about believing they/re free
Despite the trapping urban cage
Idolize holywood housewives
The absolute worth of our lives
Measured by an hourly wage
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About Carl Paul Henneman
A life unfit for rational explanation. Fragments of time, convoluted from the true nature of my being. I write to try to set my crooked path straight. There is nothing pretty about it. For me, the trick to being a good writer is getting people to take a second look at something they may have otherwise discarded. I used to be an idealist. I wanted to change the world. Now I am a realist. I just want to change myself. I write like I paint; but I can’t paint, if I could, it’d be like I write. Real words for real people.
Get out your first aid kit
Lions are roaring
Demons haunt
Tear and torture
Fleet foxes feed
Wolves wander again
This happens to all of us
Skin slouches off
But we must grow from within
—– Hope all is well!
luv it. thank you
Where u been anyway? I haven/t had none of your stuff pop up in my e-mail for awhile. This hiatus better end soon