Body:\Heart\Cure

Ah yes, you must be the 1:00 appointment. We're running right on schedule. Please take a seat, and the Doctor will be with you in a moment. In the meantime, we'll need to take care of some paperwork. Please read through the forms completely, then go ahead and sign here... here... and here, on these lines.

----------{3 Minutes Later}---------- 

The Doctor is ready to see you now! It would be rude to keep him waiting. I know I told to read through the forms completely but you really don't need to. That's just formality. All we need is your signature... that's it. Right on the line there. Good! We're all set. There's really nothing to worry about. Follow me, and I'll take you to your room.  

----------{3 Minutes Late}----------

Yes, it's true that this is a risky procedure but it can be done! Have you no faith in your surgeon? I've done this before. More times than you can count. You have nothing to worry about. I'll be done before you know it, and then you'll never have to feel this way again. Isn't that exciting? I don't think you realize it yet, but what we are about to do will change your life. You'll never look at things the same way again. 

Alright, that's enough chit-chat. Let's get started, shall we? Squeeze my fist tightly, and count to three. Remember to keep breathing... okay, here we go! 

PEELING MASK......................100%

PUNCTURING SOUL...................100%

BREAKING HEART....................100%

FLUSHING FEELINGS.................100%

DRYING TEARS......................100%

ERASING MEMORY....................100%

PURGING EMOTION...................100%

PERMANENTLY DELETE PAIN?
[YES][NO]

----------{3 Minutes Later}---------- 

You open your eyes and sit up. Noticeably, you don't feel any different. Then, after a few seconds, you know things are different. You can't feel it, but you can sense it. Nothing is the same. Nothing is as it was. And how peculiar it is for you to wake up in your own bed. This is not where it started, was it? You attempt to collect your thoughts to reflect on the situation. What a pathetic thing to do. The mirror of your mind is glazed over with an impenetrable fog. There's nothing you can do. Then again, why should you care? Things are fine the way they are. Everything is fine. You can't feel it, but you can sense it. As a matter of fact, you can't feel anything at all. You seem to float across the floor. Like a ghost. A ghost of a good thing gone forever. But this is what you wanted. Isn't it? You wanted the cure.

la tentation

Who the hell am I? Take a look. Take a look. In the mirror.
I'm your old dreams. I am your illusions of grandeur.
Death kissed me and told everyone, but I'm still standing.
You try to hide me behind promotions and money. I'm still here.

What you could have been, what you should have been,
what you still could be...
It's all tattooed here across my sun-kissed skin.

Fancy lettering and swirls and dashes. These scars scare you to death.
Take me out easy. Take me out softly.
Don't let the town see my sash so red.

I have been shining through the cracks in your heart, pushing myself into your view.
Your last chance to have complete freedom is caught in the curls of my hair.

Trust me darling, a sin knows what it's talking about.

You were born together, and together you shall be forever more.

Born conjoined. Born companions. Born too early on an unlucky day.
Everything is double the ruckus and chaos. Everything is double the happy and joy.
Joined at the heartstrings, their hearts beat as one.
When one didn't know it, the other could tell it. And when one wasn't happy the other could feel it.
Together they were one, but separate the same.
Growing and fighting, growing and laughing. The same blood meant the same occasional bruise.
Small talk, quick remarks, rose gardens and shopping malls. Everything had to be same same.
Miraculous miracle surgery professional. Two quick snips changed the rules of the game.

Cut apart. Ripped companions. No physical pain was born that day.
Still a secret private connection. Nobody knows except you and me.
You are neat and clean and tidy. I am messy and messy and dirt.
You remember everyone's numbers. I remember the Science and English.
Share me your candy and I'll share you this toy. But don't share with anyone our secret alliance. They tried to take it away that day.
Together we are one, but separate the same.

Get a life. Get understanding. I'm glad that you see why I must go away.
My shadow isn't with me but this was the plan. I must see the world and let go of your hand.
I'm leaving and heaving and growing and paying and reading and wrapping and taxes.
Small talk, quick remarks, rose gardens and shopping malls. I'm facing them on my own.
I hear good occasional tidbits from you that satisfy my soul until I can see you again and I know that I can still feel that secret connection. It's fuzzy, but it's still here.

Run together. Hug too long. The lovely connection was back at full speed.
Everything is double the ruckus and chaos. Everything is double the happy and joy.
Sparks do fly when the look at each other and whispers will happen on pillows til dawn.
Together they are one, but separate the same.
One knows the world and the people inside it. One knows the home and the boredom outside.
They call each other sister and laugh cry and giggle. They call each other friend and have movie-reel thoughts.

Blow to the ribs. Slap to the face. You lied to me through identical teeth.
How could I have not have felt it. How could you have not have told.
Others saw and warned and pleaded but I stood for you and the truths I would hold.
I am really offended. I'm hurt and disgusted. The same blood means the same occasional bruise.
This new incision, this stab in the back has severed a secret that we never told.
Unless that is, you lied about that too dear sister.

Three Blocks Down

I met the love of my life today. I was walking, jaunting, skipping down the lane when this lovely polar bear asked me for directions. I froze for a moment, terrified of the quick flood of emotion he brought out of me. I had to pull myself together to assist the man. I was fluttering like I didn't know quite what I was doing. I wore a silly yellow dress that I realized was too big for my frame. I put my nervous hand into his and wish I would have stopped him as he walked away.

He was the epitome of a gentleman. He smelled like he knew exactly what he wanted in life and his piercing eyes just drew you into a frame. He was wearing a red and green plaid vest with a real working pocket watch. He had a manly sort of aura about him. He used sensible words with just the right amount of wit. He got right to the point without being gruff and shook my hand as a thank you.

I don't suppose that I'll ever see him again, but then again you hardly ever do.

Thunder Children

The show has gone on for long enough

I'm not quite sure there's more to see

So finish what you've started now

Cut! The End! No credits please.

This show has gone on for long enough

Fire scorches without flame

Thunder children roar in silence

Foaming waters call Thy name

Their show has gone on for long enough

Shadows poison lightning rays

Caustic music flakes commotion

Inhaling death alive with haze

Our show has gone on for long enough

Stinging, Queen Bee's kiss betrays

Bitter rain cleans bloody feet

A saddled horse brings no delays

The show has gone on for long enough

I'm not quite sure there's more to see

So finish what you've started now

Cut! The End! No credits please.