ryanmdschmidt

c’est

heaVy
IsthE hardest

part     without

thedrEam     that iS
it wenT.    and  changed.

yo         u should     not have

yo         u should     not have
as sumingit   all
grows on you
tie    dd     own

lost
dri            ven
l ost

cau ghtup     torn
tor           mented
you i
de c       id  e
f           or

lovehate

-from sometime between 2000 and 2004, idk when

though fearful

though fearful of the casual eyes and harsh
judgemental attitudes, alive more now
than oft before, my soul breathes deep. just as
untimely circumstance presents truly
a troubled thing, i keep in faith that time
will bring the resolute confirmation.
noble ways are all that remain, betwixt
many sharp words and stolen glances. a
hope so great creates tension, at least that
i can confirm. weathering the trials
will likely be the most difficult of
things i ever attempted, but when i
am eagerly pursuing it all, the
beauty calls and will be coy no longer.

kindle.

spark.             battle.             freeze.

finally a               gain.
the restless_ness now ceased
thoroughly overwhelmed
, but moving through and forward./

slowly. calm. enchanted.
trouble/scrap e.

kindle.             caught.             dream.

had not she first gazed deep

had not she first gazed deep, azure brimming
laughter, contentment so sublime, into
those curiously naive eyes, maybe
the last of many years would have been void,
as those of the all to bleak past. of late,
those eyes, those gorgeous flames, engulfed every
waking moment, as it did of the vast
eternity of slumbers reveries,
intensifyingly haunting in a
perfect mode. stale air cramped the room, became
thick, leaden as she passed. breathing, walking,
all things simple complexed in the presence
of this royalty, perfection rich. time
accumulated, things deepened. growing.
still the fixed gaze on that glorious day
lingered. latent content in that blank stare
of angels eyes had soon to tear into
surreal, reality then thereafter,
ever so gently pushing limits. array
of noble things, choses de mal, within
such brief a confine of time, had passed in
supreme eloquency though those fair spheres
direct to an inadequately equipped soul.

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am  ong    the
  j ackals,, t   he wolves of

those that     hunt in gen   eral
forfeiting most.   .    al  most
 al    lof  those th   ngs

foreign  false , ye    t fast   an
d past wispers different
    mysteries s   eem t    o

hold ac   countable.
           piercing  those   fierce
magical     sphe    res  for with
              out

                       meanness
facad         es  fade

           catch               my
me                     lody
 

_feb 2005../