Dictionary: Humanitus

By Eric, thenuttman@aol.com
Date: 28 June 2000

Dictionary: Humanitus

how can you become yourself again after all you've said after all you've done become the woman i love again and pretend as if it never happened all of it all the lies all the ranting and raving you broke me you tore me you spilled my internal workings all over the street my piñata for children to clean up after and now you stroll back and i can't fight you and you know it like a dream...i've always wanted, love gone bad so i can taste it... and then heal itself almost magically what has become of my life? a travesty a tragedy a treachery a fish bowl i swim 3 seconds i'm blank i am your gold fish i am yours to do with as you please you tease me with your finger, lightly touching the water i come up for air... i forget i come up for air... i forget then you pick up my habitat move me jostle me toss me harass me and then settle the water settle my nerves you speak gently calmly my mind is dripping i have words trapped inside that don't even exist words that have meanings that are comprised solely of other meaningless words a complete dictionary in my head the fool's handbook aptly titled binded cut and pasted printed and published it comes out in strange and exotic ways stories poems feelings tears all translated, and re-translated and eventually losing the meaning until they come out watered down subtle futile bull shit and what does all this have to do with you you are just another word, added to the dictionary another impossible word in an impossible text that has impossible meanings i am just a bumbling fool, but i have a treasure that you have seen hidden, just below the surface you are persistent and wish to retrieve that treasure use it for your own devious purposes smash it delight in it bathe in it soak it in breathe it in your word is hard to describe mainly a cross between the purest of pure loves and the deepest of the emotions the most thoughtful feelings and the most captivatingly, dramatic flashes of light the purest of hearts and the most absurd of possibilities an enigma...but your definition is more precise more direct and to the point, and yet altogether more well rounded this is why you have me this is why i am yours because when you wear the mask of the perfect angel...i float and when you dawn the shadow of the angel of fire... i reside just above the surface...curiously and lightly touching the floor just to remain sure that it is still there you have been approved by the commission of new and impossible words please take your seat next to patheticism and beautiforous

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