Soul
   



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In the corner
Somewhere in my soul
lays the ghosts within
I feel their presence 
and want to escape
from their, now, overwhelming state
No refuge can be found in my mind
The past will not be denied
Memories have not come to rest
So now, will I live in the purgatory of my thoughts ?




The nature of beauty.

The curves and tangents intersect at defined angles 
to create the impression of beauty
But, let me nor devise the rules and regualtions of future æsthetics
for I have not the vision of the artist nor the clarity of the science man.
If it comes, that the heart judges in its wisdom
the beautiful from the horrid then no rationale can be applied
The whimsical nature of beauty is the whimsical beauty of nature.



Longing.

Sparringly I wonder...
Depraved thoughts, rising flesh
corrupt insatiable appettite
My eyes want to see much more
I need to pay to feed them
fill them with images
to entice myself
and commit the act.