Fox Trot

The inquisitor shall inquire all he likes, but receive no such response. Fathom this a dilemma for you or a dilemma for me. Perhaps the fault falls to the perplexities in the mind. I think not what I think is true, but a delusion of reality. Or perchance further to perceive this as ignorant bliss? Regardless, a dainty fox dances around the punctuation of your tongue that protrudes from the skepticism of your intellect. Seal tight my lips from which utter no font. For what flows free is bound to the confines of the dark matter in this topping.

Riddle me this,
~Chiko?

Let The Bodies Hit The Floor

Tomorrow yields the true dawn of the new season. Lucky me has the pleasure of riding a yellow bus an hours out of town to Hicksville, so to speak. Another year, another dozen bodies that will hit the mat at my expense. What joy is sparked in me at the mere thought of it. This devilish grin you see not upon my face but behind the piercing gaze of my eyes.


I believe this is where I insert maniacal laugh?

Impede this, bitches:
~Chiko!

Always Here

Tucked away from the world in my nook.
In a spot one would never think to look.
Beneath iridescently textured threads.
I sit solemnly all but dead.
Light impeded by these masses.
Alone to think as time passes.
It is dark out there, beyond this place.
Similar to the shadows cast across my face.

Let the music guide you.
Move to the beat.
Turn up the heat.
Just dance, dance, dance.

Commence Operation Evolution I say,
~Chiko...

Forgiveness

The days go by, as my seasons change. I've grown to know when one's heart creates, one's soul does not owe. Time has forged the script that retains these memories. Take my hand and dance with me, spin me a tale that wont smear the ink engraved on these obsolete pages.

Restitution has not come quiet yet, but with one accord I will push forward. I shall be nothing but who I am, for I have cognition of my mind. The incentive appears vague, but the catalyst remains irrelevant. Discard your broken thoughts and affirm this panorama I paint. To disdain is to live in the shadows of reality. Release yourself from the cage, you have wings that will let you fly.

Music is my happiness,
~Chiko.