Frank DeFulgentisChapter 1 - journeys of the spoken word - a tainted world of hope fills the corners of life all around us

hallways of the ravagedi can feel your brownishblue-shaded eyeslooking upfrom the stairwellyoursmudge-stained makeupdid a strangelytired danceupon your face

this is the placewe seldom resideoftenthere is no one insideode to the sub-terrainunder lock and keyit is good to see you

the first beams of sunlighthave surrounded uslike daggerspiercing dreams so kindlyyou were on the outside

looking inseems you have beensearching your keyrings

you may have been hereonce beforeperhaps that time back in late marchwhen you left the windowsopen in your heartand that someone got insmelling of dark sun of dawnand liquor hellfireof which you both drankin the rather large wine glasses

i won't liei had hoped you wouldstop bybut no one stays longor finds their way backthis is only one tunnelin a thousand

so let us drink and taste all this day has to offer

8:38 am

i was trying to find the deeper meaningin the daybut it escaped me

when it is bitter in the lightand sour in the darkthere is nowhere to go

so once againi am like everyone elsestirring in the potof assuming tomorrowsbut i refuse to leave it to fate

i will play an old songand tryit all againmaybe this time i'll get it rightbecoming the void

Chapter 2 - Into the void of consciousness - Destiny is where dreams and reality meet, and collide violently.

becoming the void

i am lost againin the inter-dimensionsincei walked throughthe dream residueeverythinghas gone wrongits hard to seereality

i do not count the hoursanymorethe fearsor the sins on the suffering facesthose dripping water torturebottom of the well places

at firsti am on the top branchlooking down the treethe gray skies behind mebut it always feelslike hell is on my heels

when i wakeits always the samei am drowning in the fallthe motherof all anxietythe blood of my sinspsychedelic visions

it is then that i understandsublimationcan turn it aroundthe irony ofthe truthonly bringspeopledownthe dreammay seem irrationalbut its the only actualescape

for the most partmorning is tainted fleshthe lingering night decreasesour dreamsdisintegrateinto piecesand the truereality comesuntilthe rising sunonce again becomes a demon

we try to remind ourselveswe are perfect at least for another day

destiny of the void

this crawling, racing,this pacingoh little girlyou thought you would beat the rap

failing to seethe screaming lostin your reflectionhow you spawned the eveof all destruction

security and subsistencehave become your whole existenceohh the thingsyou were promised

the simple is no morecast to the shadowswho eatthe opened skiesangels who despisethis is not howit was meant to beor is it?

now as we cradlethe unbornmankind is scorneddown, downdown the pit we go

you brought to mendark dreams, conquestnatural disrestnuclear powerthe sting of pleasurethe fading forever

which pit of fiery darknessshall i let flood my brainseems i am lost and foundthen lost and insaneagainst the ticking doomi will always strivewas i ever alive?

the light, the dark,the gray furyheaven in reversechemicals perversewith her every choiceshe carvesthe cornerstone of nature

God had to knowi will deservewhatever evolutionsees fit to preserve

seconds, minutes, hoursor even a seasonof fireare hardly enough to containthe tomorrowin her desire

lostin the unfolding evolutionyou'll find we are forever stuckin herdestiny xstate of mind

Chapter 3 - When I was younger

When I was younger the wind was stronger, the trees were taller than the skies, and the waves of the beaches were without riptides and tsunami’s. There was only the echo of an ideal. Thankgod that ideal is dead.

the blameless

melting all around mein the flat suni feel the tremblingsurroundingclouds formingoutside in the bluebut floatinglike lava like the moonthe cool air beside me

on the day thatsummer met fallthe suspendedimpulsebuilt to a climaxthe incoming kisshung in the airconstruing our pressinglips moving her raging hormonesbrewing

wound up in the soft pinki feel the pullthis girl's appetite is fulli can taste her heavy breathas she gets what she wantsher curious mindher pants downrandom movesinto and aroundcausing sounds

the ripping thunderkept rollinglike the evening breezethrough the windowagainst my skinunderneath those closed eye kissesshe takes it all in

i knew that we wouldshe told me i couldshe is too cool kicking back in the supersunshinethick rayscorona with a limeshe does not consentto public sentimentof any kindand ofcoursei don't mind

i don't feel used and abusedbut rather amusedat her indifferent wit she said she wanted some and meant itit's a war out therei will admit

they found prince charming deadshot in the headunder a blameless skythe world passing him byswallowed up in stressno heart left to confesswho are the blameless?what are their names?

Each heart knows its own bitterness and no one else can share its joy � Proverbs 14:10

Whole

The soft little lieswe manage to disguisein the gallant and sinless truthcarried over from youth.If only the lies weren't so,If only the eyes could know.

A lack of guileempowers the versatile.If honest eyes give awayand betray the hearts we keepwhere does happiness liein waters that run deep?

When does bad become good?What is the real meaning of should?You cannot hide your innocencefor long. Even though we tryto realize what lies insidewe may defy whereour intentions reside.

Leading questionsare strong confessions andsubtle slips can lead to guilt trips.The ethernal closeness we seekwill make us weak whenexposed to the unknown rush.Infidelity that drives the pleasurein surprise encounters crush.

What if you find out? What if thetruth within your dreamis a weakness and what seemedlike love was the illusionof another heart thereof?If only the lies weren't so,If only the eyes could know.

“Giving up doesn’t always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go.”

escape

I remember the morningand the words I felt that weremirrored in your stare, those looksI had aspired to once.The wine on your lipsthe night before.

Dawn was uninvitedwith a haze of profound depth,profound depth in the kiss,profound depth in the daylight.

Parameters of shadowI now call my soul escapedlike a hand, like when I stoleyour breathand you played with this power.Feel the unknown fright,the waves that crash today,the weakness and horror.

There is no discord in this melody.The agreement of sound and sight,the dream in motion,and the agreementof touch. I will make you feel,I promise you this.

You will give in like beforewith a warm and profound depth,profound depth in the kiss,profound depth in the daylight.

The timing and poise we haddisplayed until I betrayed.The rules you broke to repaymade clouds hide the sun awayand only fueledthe reaping.

It's overwhelming just likeyour swift smile and skindropping loose sand. How I tooka chance, how we confused the truthuntil we forgot. Feelingsand flames of humilityand laughter.

We satisfy the longingwith a defying and profound depth,profound depth in the kiss,profound depth in the daylight.

Turn around and make this straight;seize our painand enter my spiritbefore it's too late.It's fading can't you see?

We borrowed an intensity;a storm for the calm, and asweeping of dark streets with awalk of light in naked night.We strayed from a calm moonand into a closing door.

Now we remainlocked up in a boxlying under your bedwith a lingering and profound depth,profound depth in the kiss,profound depth in the daylight.

When the heart finally breaks without a single trace of pieces left and the sky has completely fallen the soul can then begin to grow.

chapter 4 – Emergence – And so now begins the dark night of the soul. The

letting go of all that is known. The surface of the water calms, but the

blackness has sprung and with it comes the brilliantly deceptive beauty of it

all.

what a waste of a psychedelic mind

the alarm went offin dreamlandinvading sunmakes the landscapeexpand andthoughts rush inthe futurebegins

new morning flawlessdeevolutionno point in tripping on the interplayof yesterday

i am the focuscaught up in biologyreflections in coffeethe poetry in the psychology

i was trappedin timeliving to escape lifesmoking tiresthe shallow mass

straight from the subculturethis girlmakes an impactred siren lipsticktalking endlesslyabout shoesa twistin the plotset off a chain of events

when the chemicalstook a hold of the subjectivethe amorous bodybehind the egocame to lifeshe washolding backa shock wave

moreovercampus policeclaim a fire alarm went offwhich so farthe guy on guitar deniesand the girl who wears no underwearswaresthat's a lieand lights a cigarettewhat's this drama??

it was another dayin the neighborhoodone of manyevening skieswith thepensive campus walkphase of the virtuenewinsinuations intodoorways ofdesire

never underestimatethe powerof suggestionthat meaning of lifequestionthe suspense in the momentum

it's a matter oftimingis it not?life ispresence in the expandingmeaningit was smoothwhen i had the caress of fatethe euphoric metaphor

ultimatelythe glass is alreadybrokena day can change anything as the unexpectedunwinds

belie

darkness beliesmoments are derivedmotionlessi standi realizedthe turning pointat cocoa beachdespite thecontrite sunlightand painted sea shells

as usual i saw it in another's eyespictures don't lie

say goodbyein the early eveningthat beliesthe afternoonand the conscious flow

dark kiss

no one can seei can only play the partmeant for mein the scriptthe partof the dark kiss

the day seems to shakelike an earthquakeas i watch the filmstripof memoryi begin to seedeath has underestimated mei wait for a knockon the door

things aren't so badin the grand schemethe poetry not so meanpleasureis a dark placeif you cannot seebeyond passionsorrow lies in waitlike a pathin the deep woods

there is noturning backfrom the master moralityall is not lostdo not be overcomedo not runyou have begun to sinkthe writing onthe pagesout of inklike the fadingof a promiscuous friend

destruction

time feels so familiarit's likei have been herebeforethe face i cannot seethe person i want to be

i have foundno truthunder the sunno onecan findanythingonly what they see

in the vast depthi am lostinthe deathof the oldthe supercedingstory being toldi won'teverhold back again

what i wantdoesn't belongseems i alwaysget it wrongand tomorrowhas turned away

fusion in the vibe

feeling alivein the high volumelate pocket of nightblaring musiczapwith the bodieswavering

emotions raisethe shades of lightno real explanationfor the elationthe eruption of aninner temptation

lost inthe thoughtsthe crazy dance vibrations caughtimages of nightmesmorize me inshe keeps movingthis girl is grooving

fluid of soundim feelingbeats all aroundbounce off the groundthe thump successivethe moves progressive

set loosethe unfolding musicthat's what i wantsurrealsex appealthe incomingesctasy that theturning lightsareproducingthe wandering feelingsare seducing

Chapter 5 – Here we reach the beginning of the end

This is where all roads lead. Every day the flow of life gives us a mealtime of fate for which we must eat. And in each and every dimension we race about searching for the best of conclusions to the story. But there is much more left to be read. Stop looking behind you. It is time to look forward. Do not let hate cloud your vision any longer. And do not put any further constraints on your potential. You are where you have always wanted to be. Let experience take the driver seat now. Drive wherever you want. Before it’s too late.

the present past

i am between all extremesagainhiding outin the openwhere no onecan see meit works welland i can never tellhow today will beif it's the chemicalsor methat keeps this goingor which real meis showingthere are so many thingsi should be doingyet i'm wondering

as to whether or notthere is a happy endingi don't knowwhat it was all forif i can take any moremaybe it's too lateto fast-forward

what is the past for meis the now for someseems i haveto re-fight battlesi've already won

so i justthink whenwhen..but every now and thensomeonewill reach outthe sun shines outand even thoughi want to sleep all dayi won'tand thoughi want to give upi don't

spin

i feel it all slipping away and I know that no one understands sometimes I just want to say it without the positive spin

as usual I don’t know where to begin to complete my soul there has been even less In the days to come than I thought but can a man forever out-run his own past progression?

I want more, more, more always on the move have to eat have to sleep coffee to keep me awake

I want to read every book I want to live I want to see every far-off land I’m doing everything I possibly can to extend my family line to preserve my place in time to be the father I have always wanted to create that love i have to rise abovebiology

i am always trapped In the becoming always running the less haste the more the waste and yet I have settled when I all I wanted was something new

look around at the surrounding decay seize the day listen to me when I tell you you have been here before and will be here again

Is eating, sleeping, and working all there is to life? Can we ever step out of the need-gratification cycle? Who among us is truly alive?

Hallways of the ravaged part II

it seems I am wandering aimlesslyin a vast undiscovered countrydesire has shown me no mercythe death of a dreamthe final sleepwhat am I doing here?i want to be where I belong

not backing downin the faceof the inevitablethere is no one to blameno way to cover the naked past