Thlanis-Greenleaf

Brother of Balance Envisioned, Cold fury, Ice hatred, no desire. Who turned off the furnace? My heart is placed in my upturned palms. Delusions, Steaming discussion, a set confusion . . . Spinning downward, Is the furnace turned on? Oh . . . Where is my brother of balance? Innocence was our protector. Shyness was the secrets kept hidden. Casting off your innocence and shy-like Ways, as dirty rags thrown at my feet. Did you turn the furnace on? Walking into the filth of the world. Or did you turn the furnace off? Roscoe A. Warren Copyright ©2004 Roscoe A. Warren

Confusion Clasping to reality with a shred of humanity. Grasping on to insanity with a blind eye. Rappelling down my steep sorrows, deeper and deeper I go. Why have I tormented my soul, let go of my mind and let myself drown in the dark well of my eternal emotions? Fealing, clawing and sensing all pain. I wonder where has the light gone? A thousand voices swarm me from millions of places, usering me further in to the dark, looking for my soul. Why am I here, in this strange bleak place? Where is my soul? Please tell me what my name is; so I can continue my serch into the gloom of the this awfull abyss known as earth. Roscoe