Vicious Roses

My heart was surrounded by vicious Roses all day... sweet smelling promises of hope
But one smells them and forgets that roses have wicked thorns. They hook you.. and you're pulled in more with sweet smells and clinging barbs.
I no longer stop to smell them. I walk as far from them as I can.
I remember asking Tony to bring me a rose one day. His response was always "That would mean something that I don't mean". A feeling he never wanted to return.
I stopped asking for a rose. I want nothing to do wtih them now.
Brng me Cala-lillies.. bring me Birds of Paradise..bring me Daisies..bring me Moonflowers..
Anything but Roses.
Because if I see a Rose again I might start to hope.
I don't remember where I was going with this.
I have forgotten how to be subtle.
I should stop this disasterous trekk down a road that I know holds only grooves and hidden hazzards.
But I don't see any brakes.

This little pity party only had an admittance of 1, so I suppose that means all the booze is for me.
That's optimism isn't it?

Stone Temple Pilot's album "Purple" was really quite brilliant..For being what it was.... I keep listening to "Still Remains"... it still makes my heart yearn and ache. "Take a bath, I'll drink the water that you leave.... If you should die before me, ask if you can bring a friend, pick a flower, hold your breath and drift away"..

I'll just kind of ignore the fact that Scott Wheland was a wife abusing bastard.. adore his work.. but I'll be damned if he probably was the biggest pain in the ass to live with.
The romance was still there.

I wonder what it is like.