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Waking Conscious By: K. Wilhelmina Floria 12/10/07 The devil is amused, by all the fools who lose their cool in the arena of shattered dreams. Lost in the lust of want before the must. Pleasing the greedy, that preys on the needy. Concealed in the source, of freedom of choice, full of remorse. Precious jewels, of no value, bursting with diluted morale. It's all about me, can't you see? Material gain, my private fame. Family illusions, a future of confusion. What is joy? An emotional toy? A pa...

Teardrops, warm cheeks, sea of salt, river of blood. Whistling bullet, instant flood, rippling waves, crashing currents, hollering mama. Quaking earth, winding stones. Erosion, corrosian. Suicide, genocide and a bottle of wine. Electrical flashing, roaring thunder. Hungry, naked, outdoor. Whispering wind. heated haze, blacken sky. Loveless infant, lonely mama. Imprisioned, strung out, abandonded, dead, black powder on the hand. father, other, my brother. k. wilhelmina floria 10/20/93

Waking Conscious By: K. Wilhelmina Floria 12/10/07 The devil is amused, by all the fools who lose their cool in the arena of shattered dreams. Lost in the lust of want before the must. Pleasing the greedy, that preys on the needy. Concealed in the source, of freedom of choice, full of remorse. Precious jewels, of no value, bursting with diluted morale. It's all about me, can't you see? Material gain, my private fame. Family illusions, a future of confusion. What is joy? An emotional toy? A pa...

Waking Conscious By: K. Wilhelmina Floria 12/10/07 The devil is amused, by all the fools who lose their cool in the arena of shattered dreams. Lost in the lust of want before the must. Pleasing the greedy, that preys on the needy. Concealed in the source, of freedom of choice, full of remorse. Precious jewels, of no value, bursting with diluted morale. It's all about me, can't you see? Material gain, my private fame. Family illusions, a future of confusion. What is joy? An emotional toy? A p...

On any warm summer evening the setting sun had shined on the multiple variety of colorful flowers that lined the curb and walk way. The lawn green and freshly cut was watered in the morning to keep the sun from burning it during the day, on hot days the grass recieved a watering in the evening. A 'keep off the grass' sign wasn't needed, you could hear Gran often yelling out the window, "get off my grass!" even stray dogs knew better then to poop in front of the big house without a driveway, i...