Enchanted. Never Again.

| Friday, February 24, 2012 | 1 Shouts! |
People and places. Enthrall.
A photograph actually puts motion, depth a flashback in front of your eyes.
Crude and raw emptiness automates a mosaic formation.

Those eyes enchanted me. A stranger. Yes. Not once, but twice.
And as I moved away the second time, the feeling of regret slumped me over.
I'd never be enchanted the same way again.

And my eyes remain.

Light And/Or Dark

| Wednesday, February 22, 2012 | 1 Shouts! |
I can defy and comply. That should run in your mind like a nexus.
I'm made to talk stuff like that. You'd understand, maybe if you're a Scorpio.

I seek light, the fuel being my very own darkness.
How that defines me. Old school girl? Yes. Very much.

I thrive on an oxymoronish life. Simplicity attracts a desert storm.
The pinnacle has been kind, but moving her.
My dance is that of a Guinea Pig. But, I'm proud.

In the end, it's just an ongoing experiment, which sees the light and/or day.