Luck Be A LadyWhat is life but a shattered mirror, fragments strewn across the distressed floorboards reflecting the fading light of a fallen sun. Luck is not karma nor is it superstition. It is the coming and going of chance and if luck be a lady then she is one flighty woman. The broken glass of life is just another glance at the inopportune moments that make you a little bit sadder, a little bit more lost among the dust and dirt of the ancient floorboards. Luck is a nonexistent friend who taunts and teases but on occasion gives you a miracle that is gone too soon. She flirts and flaunts her gifLuck Be A Lady
life's a gameI think I feel a connection Somewhere in this convectionlife's a game
A stirring heat, Thrill of the beat,
And we're spiraling away
in a sudden daze.
The clock's not ticking. We're up for the picking
As the ringmaster counts One two three.
We're up for the slaughter But there's not a single bother
To plague
The voices in the trees.
It's the birds and the bees, The last words of what you see.
It's drawing you like gravity, This sudden whirling depravity.
It's giving the sun back to the
sorryI'm sorry that I'm nosysorry
I'm sorry that I assume to much
I'm sorry that I'm too outspoken
I'm sorry that I can't reach that common touch
I'm sorry that I speak before I think
I'm sorry that I have a poisonous tongue
I'm sorry that I can't keep my mouth shut
I'm sorry that maybe I was wrong.
I'm sorry that I'm stubborn
I'm sorry that I'm naive
I'm sorry that I wasn't there
I'm sorry that I didn't see you grieve.
I'm sorry that I was inconsiderate
I'm sorry that I chose you to b
happy new yearhere it ishappy new year
my friends
a time of renewal
retribution
let the seconds
tick tick tick
away
like water cleansing
your skin
wash wash wash
away your sins
regrets
start
anew
exploding suns
in the quasi-solar system
of the night
as we lie here
in waiting
say goodbye
to the stars
kiss under the
forgotten
mistletoe
wish wish wish
to
by £deviantWEAR
As for the sketches. 
Neutral
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look to the bright side...is that a cloud?
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~Jaq [link]
Can YOU paint with all the colors of the wind?
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Like water she slips through your fingers so drink fast and deep else she be gone right before your eyes, leaving you with nothing more than damp palms and a parched throat.
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