peacebraids

Dancing with death is a fast-paced two step.
Suspense and hope. There is no expectation of the worst, only innocent hope.
Can hope be both selfless and selfish? Or is hope only inspired by self-centered wishing?
When dancing with death, these rules seem to break too easily. Hope can be an ugly whore.
Your integrity is the only thing keeping you alive, everything else is just veins, skin tissue, organs.
It's all so mortal, it's surreal. How can death make mortality surreal?
How can death make everything fast yet painfully slow?
Your eyes, mind, heart all racing with tragedy and hope.

Why does death bring people closer together?
Why does death bring mortals closer together?
Is it instinct, or is it innate?
Again, these rules and lines disappear.
Death is truly a mystery. She is the true master of secrecy.
This power is too great.

raw
wit
quick
catch
brilliant
bright
flirt
sexy
wild
tiny
energy
unique
different
fuck off.
tease
wanted
original
fun

vs.

honest
pure
chaste
dedicated
faithful
independent
peace
love
joy
hope.

the inspiration, the goals, the reach
when the satisfaction, the balance, the stability
when the wisdom?

rhetoric is four-stars, because it can fool you
lithe crème de la crème babes eating crème
it has the power to change you; love is four-stars
golden plaque stars pinned on perfect breasts, love-making
all you need is love and cocaine; lucy in the sky with diamonds
diamonds: a girl's best friend
love words are poems, practically unparalleled words; rhetoric, the hurtful kind
the dangerous the lethal dose, it'll do you in for a nice fuck
a nice tap, a gorgeous smile, a ballsy wit with a burst of brilliant hair
she'll do you in, a vixen without a cause
she'll do you in for fifteen minutes of fame, a shot at love, a reach for four-stars
she'll do it and you'll love her for it