4. the complete picture of Dorian Gray within the hues of one’s own life, the past & the so called bitterness of memories of yesterday – today…emerges a glimpse of your own Dorian Gray. oh! so surprised is your righteous self, oh! so shattered is the myth of self… attribute it to the foreign venom, spite of a woman, or brood over your own mirage of morals… you have your own closet, your very own attic to hide it in…& lock away throw it away, bury it in the shadows of your mind or noose it around your neck … it doesn't truly matter for the key is that your face might not wrinkle, but you do catch a glimpse of your soul in the mirror, everyday… with veins that ain’t blue anymore, blood that ain’t red anymore, skin without the wisdom of age, heart as black as a coal, never to see the amber of innocence again …the picture is stowed away… never let the egyptian cats run your mind amuck, never let the painter capture your soul in paint, to tuck & hide away… don’t hide away in the long shadows of shelter that past good deeds have cast… delinquent soul…don’t brood, don’t forgive, never forget & just dust your sleeve… complete the picture in your mind … & confront the complete picture of Dorian Gray. [email_address]

5. the wail of innocence mourn the death of innocence, mourn the death of dew… morbid thoughts of decadence, morbid thoughts of penance… the wail of innocence is always felt in it’s absolute silence… screams of agony, silenced by streams of sweat bodies dancing to the drums of debt… borrowed morals & borrowed regret, freedom is so easy to misinterpret… shatter the plastic with a gurgle of laughter… kiss the air & fly with wings, powered by your dreams, reclaim your innocence & enjoy the simple happiness that it brings… [email_address]