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We are all of us in turn, user then used; thus, the shameful cycles repeat time and time again forever.

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

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To My Mentors, My Saviors, and My Lovers

The light behind the eyes has faded

The muses long forgot

The nephilim dreams all invaded

By a world that broke the plot

Psions of our worst iniquities have gathered for the feast

And now, no love, no inspiration can quiet the yowling beast

Once, there were so many saviors that light could only grow

But now, after so many failures, where did they all go?

Pierced upon prides great folly, they've broken all their wings

Tell me then my mourning witness, can you accept such things

Who remains to ressurect great Osiris?

Perhaps the dreamers know, but too far fled are all their lovers

I don't believe they'll show.

A path too long trodden by fools that can not comprehend

And once the last Satyr stops his mournful dance

That's when the nightmares win

So my grace is slow and falters lost, yet not forgot

But my courage fled long ago and left me here to rot

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

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Conversations with myself...

Voices: So you finally figured it out, and yet here you are again. Seems you're still missing the bigger picture. The forest for the trees, the truth of inevitability.

Me: Why? Why have my inner dialogues returned to this again? This is a void, it's nothing. Everything is empty so... meaningless.

Voices: It's not though. All your love has faded because it was never real. You poets and artists always wax idiotic about love, and loss. You feel everything so deeply through its absence.

Me: More riddles then. No real answer. Why cant I find lasting love?

Voices: But you have. You've been in love all along. It is this absence, this emptiness that enraptured you from the first time you realized it was there.

Me: How can you fall in love with nothing?

Voices: I dont know, but you do it so easily.

Me: I don't understand? Am I going insane?

Voices: Of course not. You've been there all along.

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

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How could I have known your affection was genuine. I am not an attractive person. My life is a constant transition from existence to existence. I am utterly unremarkable in every conceivable way; except one. My inexplicable ability to attract you.

I flubbed our interactions; all of them. My inept words drove you into someone else's arms. I have regretted them ever since.

To late I realized that this pattern has repeated itself multiple times throughout my life. Now I stand in the wreckage of my decision. Perhaps this was just one casualty to many for my heart. My mind seems to barely grasp at connections through a miasma of desperation. I have been here before so why does this time feel so definite, so final. Why won't it stop hurting.

There is a lesson here but it doesn't seem to matter now. Maybe next time I'll get it right.

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

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To me, you were sublime from the moment I first saw you. The pale blue eyes, slight accent and dusty brown hair.

What called to me the most was the tiniest hint of madness. Just there in the way you looked at me. I've always been drawn to broken people.

Perhaps it's because I myself am deeply broken. Perhaps it's because that touch of insanity I know all to well. It's a sort of desperate truth that everyone has but most cannot or will not wear it openly, proudly.

I loved you in that perfect moment of ocular clarity. Had I known then that this fleeting moment would have been all we would have. Perhaps I could have done something, anything different.

I failed to seize the split second. It was ephermal. Once lost it could never be reclaimed. That loss dictated all that followed.

C. W. Armstead, scruffysatyr

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Conversations With Myself

When will you believe that you're just as deserving of love as anyone else?

I already do.

Then why have you let him go?

Because he was not mine. Someone else loved them too.

As much as you?

No, but far more desperately.

So now you are alone again. How does you magnanimity feel?

It won't stop hurting.