Tears for a cold Heart
That fall to a dry Ground
For a person that Played a Part
Empty words that don't Deserve Sound
Acts of Passion and the look
Honed to Perfection
All Line's from Shakespeare's book
For the Benefit of an Erection
Inside the Fragmented Mind
Light Shatters into the Thousands
Leaving Images of Color Behind
Pieces of Thought turn to Islands
I ask how easy it is to condole
To be an Empty Shell
A Person without a Soul
And not to live in Personal Hell
And Every time I hear the Laughter
At the jokes and Sayings at my Expense
It feels like My Heart is in a Slaughter
In the Mean While my Mind trys to Make sense
I Turn and Look to others for answers, Just a Trace
Only to be misunderstood
Me Thinking that they might embrace
Instead, Pushed out of Life by my Brotherhood
So Now I turn to the only place that I know
One that many consider Utopia
While other Consider it The spawn of Satan himself
Minds Meeting other Minds
No Races, No Ages, No Sexual Differences
Mind Meeting Mind
This is a place that I cherish as Home
And to have it ripped from Me would be Unbearable
So Many Places
So Many Wells of Knowledge
So Many People sharing
Without asking for anything
You ask Where this place might be found?
Something that has turned my life
From the Shattered Place that I live in
To Something that Is placed deep in my heart
Do not look for it on any map
For you will Surely fail
It is not in one place to be found
Yet it is everywhere Shaping peoples lives
All you can see is the words
Finding place in your mind
Other people searching for
What I just stumbled upon without realizing
You Still ask Where this is?
Do You think that it is Heaven?
No is the answer
For to Get to Heaven One must Believe
This is Not for just believers
For even if Satan was Spawned into
Every Single person that takes air
Into there bodies
Not a Single one would be locked out
For even the thoughts of ones that are so Evil
Can not and Will not go unheard in this place
Because when Minds meet Minds without anything
That might hold them back
Truly magnificent minds will Never Cast
A stigma on another mind
For the Mind is a Beautiful work of Art that is not to be understood
This is the TRUE Meaning of a Person
That will understand me,
Until You understand me you can never understand yourself and live life to its fullest.
William R. Winans III 2/17/97
Reason for writing:
Nuthing. I just sat down and started writing.
Birth sign: Not entered
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