Alocer's blog: "Crappy Poetry!"

XII A night of pure indulgence after trials cast aside forcing chaos to sense simply biding my time while waiting for my calling slowly spending my time, falling (failing) XIII my time seems lost and lonely but not so much as to haunt me but i wonder whats in store for life down this cobble of stone, of strife? oh well I'll just bide my time and ride this lonely bumpy road

EARLY first understandings seem simple, yet yield beautiful serene surroundings that can build such steel (solid structures) and such resolve protections nature responsibility free fall forward our future but still we must fall X I've lost sound how i miss it so wish i had found a way for time to slow exist quietly within a moment drifting silently seconds spent, all for lent XI fear the rain deepest creations fee try all in vain to understand the one called "he" only to find caught inside pieces of time lost the time sublime

VII playfully lost on distant shores no fee no cost no worrying for whats in store no woeful loss or stories of a damaged core damaging all with it exhaust no matter the color whatever the fee damages of valor change of faithful symmetry VIII hallows eve again ventures none seeking cleansed feelings and beings never and nothing come surface, revealing seeming ideas might, some careen into things unseen, unsung IX not really sure seems just a haze lost in distances cure not just a faze(, if not it crazed) activity or trade more travesty in stead.

V Silent views left to crumble into dust and pain quiet distances mumble about things left in vain our empty beginnings like thoughts trapped in stain nothing more than excuses believing themselves beautiful just the same than a distant view's reflections of minds left to mull and maim VI cold meandering ways a nomadic existence lays lost, separate from the crowds screaming with their angry little mouths they hurt everything the know deep, down to the soul quietly bleeding, quietly screaming quietly seething, quietly dreaming of thing of love and no (less) loss times of beauty and serenity mixed in with harsh melodies creating symphonies, building beauty yet still losing sanity...

III time's pause never seems enough then, through gently cause always calms the rough IV For constant merriment's charms doth gently chide thee but in dark nights such charms descend quiet hours (distant) rule with iron fists but are more akin to broken thoughts left to mend or are like fog and mists beauty without fee

I Mans disgust full of self hatred is no more then a lack of trust for the world we now tread II teetering on the precipice's edge dare not move lest gravity's dredge grows to soothe