 
DUST DESIGNS : PURCHACE CUSTOM ART AT MY ONLINE BUSINESS PAGEButterfly Dust...blown on the windanother goes down a human touch that destroys fragile beauty shattered by ignorant curiosity like a leaf that flutters to the ground brilliance of color fading in the noonday sun merciless to the face of a preditor look but dont touch. putrefication of an innocent spirit magic powder of flight stolen by a forceful hand thrown from the sky like an angel fallen, wings translucent useless and dry, beating in a feeble attempt to reclaim flight beauty now left to die useless to the destructive curious eye attempt to touch the magic resulting in an orange powder staining of a finger the butterflys last hour wilting beauty destroyed like a picked flower Erin T. Calder PerforationIn this paradox of twilightas i sit here conversing, alone with my words swept away in this altered reality, induced out of sleep depravation self starvation, this chaos of mangled thoughts, shattering the fragile plains that detach me in this introspective seclusion frightened by my casual disregard of conscience heightened in the senses that redefine my physical existance in this luscious space of silence intuned to the thoughts that pervade and enlighten invade my contemplation, preempt my invitation an indulgent deliverence from the starkness of the present moment, eradication of all obligation, agitated as i slip upon the threshold of tomorrow, straying blindly as i allude all sense of purpose seeking meaning in spontaneous abstractions questioning the condemnation of my choices Wasted, drowning in the depths that i swallow submerged in this twisted metaphoric lullaby soaking in the sweet sounds of this self inflicted rhapsody of confusion. An intrinsic will of existance, vacating all velocity in my emotion, burdening deeply with it's devotion, forcing the latent submission of my behavior to stream along in this purgatory of self induced insanity. Erin T. Calder |Rantings of an evil fairy and her friends | Masquerade Ball |