Recess Files...

Moments of concentrated madness...
A diluted resolve of limited sturdiness...
And a flower does wilt...
And its scent does disappear...
Ghosts of years past rise and shake with willowy hands...
A house of frailty and dreams...
I am with fault...
Accept me as I am...
Cause I am not me any other way...

Recess Files...

The storm begins...
And my shadows disappear...
The silence is deafening...
And my emptiness I fear...
The tide rises...
And the moon hides
Hides its face from you,
From me and the sun...

Recess Files...

I have fallen into hate again...

And ask me not why but ask me how many times...

Deceptively love but truthfully hate...

One day you will ask me what went wrong... and I will bring forth a quaint answer...

So now... ask...

And here it is...

You told me how the world and its men of sorts do not show their hearts in a manner of speaking... You told me that I was to be respected... and then there came a confession... one from the heart... and then you said it rather be from the bowel cause I do not believe you... That you could believe anything at all is short of surprise. But I guess fools are always foolish and I almost played the jester... Now on with the quaint...

You said that things could be fine and so i thought too... I befriend and invite... reach out and smile... all you do is pace about with your head up your rear end... you are quintessentially an idiot...

Amuse me some more why don't you...