172.

His earnestness shows
its juxtaposition clear
through all the sown lies.

171.

Escaping love is
sometimes the only choice that
offers true caring.

170.

The burst of color
bleeds from my eyes in slow
drawn kaleidoscope.

169.

Emotions press down
the haze of addiction that
pain and anger feed.

168.

Dull machinations
turns men into monsters with
such disturbing ease.

167.

Shadows and mirage,
the press of discerning all
negates privacy.

166.

The only ceiling
on ambition is one's own
imagination.