I saw reds,
There was them,
Me and you,
Each of us,
Made of two,
Kept on falling,
Into the lense,
it all must bend,
shifts to an end,
Heart and mind,
Begin to mend,
Dont cease to blend.
And blue notes,
our orange hopes.
Long to last,
Of the past.
Seem to be,
all we know,
when it kicks,
If All our eyes,
Just want to play,
Let my Kaleidoscope,
Save the day.
these thoughts, though usually hidden
so quickly locked away inside
these thoughts, though they are forbidden
never will cease nor will subside
there were many fleeting moments
when I believed that I loved you
there were many fleeting moments
when I believed you loved me too
letting my heart play this pointless game
while I sit and write this foolish line
is love the way I say your name
or maybe the way you say mine
love, do not hide your gifted mind
let your aspirations flow and be
love, please do let these thoughts be kind
and let them slowly drift to me
I wish the world would turn
upside down and inside out
in every possible way
so that the power of men
could be taken away
I wish the animals
could hunt us for a change
maybe then we would realize
the size of our derange
nature would stop silently crying
and screaming in pain
we wouldn't sleep peacefully
to the sound of the rain
we would hear Earth praying for our souls
blackened with arrogance and greed
our eyes would be burning with tears
from our vicious deeds
I wish we would cease to exist
in a material form
and become ethereal love
veiling our world
I wish we would deserve
to be loved by the universe
for we are the only kind
ignorant and blind
I wish we were better beings
than we pretend and claim
more humane and deserving
of our name
There is a freedom in delusion,
It is artificially flavoured and cheap-
for anyone desperate enough to buy it.
Like this, there are many more copies of the originals.
It is the promise of Love,
The dissapointment of failure,
and the bitter taste of regret.
Yes, there is a blind happiness in the act of faith;
believing in the shadows reflected on the walls of the cave.
A hard truth to accept- the lies you tell to yourself
as you go to bed and succumb to wishful dreams.
Another day wasted-another mind twisted.
The vitality of grass and the prattle of the birds ceases
love fades away, as does the vigor of the summer.
Words once fluent, now cease to forced murmurs of dispassion.
There goes the first leaf of autumn-
in the cold harshness of the creeping wind.
There is honesty and pain in recognition,
Deceit and grief at the eyes of imitation.
Yes, there is a temporal taste of forged happiness;
A comfort in the fabric of deception.
love is an art form and our technique was lost in the brush strokes
the calming blue and fiery red melded into a sleepy gray on an altered canvas
our melded color wheels spun together defying gravity and the stars around it
the secret images in our minds danced across our eyelids as we slept in a blanket of white comfort
our dreams did not cease when our slumber did, but awakened themselves through the next visit to the big tree in the field
the dilapidated branches grasped our waists,
taking us as high as we wanted to go.
overcast clouds eased our minds and stirred something so deep from within, that only a light breeze could evoke it's depths
Welcome, to the intro of forever.
Where you’re fantasies may roam and hover.
All those insecurities and doubts may cease.
Come forth with me; tell me everything you ever dreamed.
For this time being I am no longer me, I am anything you wanted to see.
Undress and change into the bared skin that God gave you for me to see.
Lie down, turn over and repeat.
Over and over again, we hear the melody and the beat.
Sweat dripping off the warm shoulders of you and me.
As we lock eyes, you see no doubt.
Everything becomes so wrong, but as the same time so right.
You're lips gripping never are letting go as you begin to shout.
Legs shaking, knees trembling.
And as you wake from you’re slumber you have this grimace on your face that will show from miles away.
For “the fantasies got the best of me” you say.
Remember, every night and every day you wish to dream of me.
Because I am anything and everything you ever wanted to see.
As I lay in the bedroom,
My own personal confinement'
in which I oh so willingly created for myself,
I feel myself on fire,
My hands shaking out of utter frustration,
fighting every tear welling up in my eyes with all that I have left of my sense of mind,
But for what reason?
to be strong,
to reassure myself,
I ask myself what use is it to be strong if your utterly alone,
With no one to care weather your strong or not,
So I let go,
but just for a moment,
I allow myself to remember the pain,
the memories I locked away,
hoping someday they would cease to exist,
The troubling feelings that twist my heart and bring me to my knee's
letting out slow puffs of breath I calm my emotions,
wipe the water from my eye's ,
clear the tortured expression that once lay on my face,
I leave the moment and enter back into the world I made myself believe in,
I pretend to be strong.
Open your consciousness; let your head show
Take care to tolerate the whims of your foe
Don’t make the mistake of letting hate show
Take care to cause acceptance for your foe
It’s okay to lay blame after a dirty blow
(But keep some of it for yourself)
They know they are in the wrong
But just won’t admit that they know
Make sure to show readiness when it comes to peace
Convince them there is no score to settle
And that your hatred has all but cease
Don’t be the pot that colors black the kettle
Offer up something in return for the cease fire
And be willing to show proof if called a liar
And if all else fails; if the situation becomes dire
Sacrifice will prove to resolve ones ire.
The crystal was perfectly aligned.
It exposed an image of the day I left seamlessly.
But it also echoed the future,
the design of tomorrow.
I wouldn’t follow my wildest dreams,
but I couldn’t say the misuse was improbable.
To the next phase in my elegant maneuver,
I gather the strength from my abysmal insides.
Wide open were the gates of hell.
as the outline of forever,
Forever guided me.
Time was traveled.
And as passing eras bettered my intellectual design,
I redefined the reality of Sir Hawkins.
My speed was increasing,
as was my very corpus.
And as it did,
so I transcended.
Amended such as our legitimate antiquity
of the dickity desire.
The feeling of an outwordly choir
singing you to sleep while injecting you
with futuristic methyl-amphetamines.
I dreamt of better things,
but too late.
For I've descended into tomorrow,
and the decisions of the borrowed souls
will cease to follow.
Moth, dancing moth,
dance to the light. Dance to the death.
Break those wings to free the flight,
the sea is far and here is no hearth, not here.
Fly, moth, fly
away from the lilted breeze so to breathe easy.
Your heart is in shock; Moth, go back to
from where you come.
Moth, falling moth,
no crevice in sight, dear moth—where has your illusion
gone? Moth don’t waste time, hurry yourself and
cease the end, in through the spaces and far from time.
Wingless moth, pained.
The light shines only on you. What disturbance (perturbing the soul)
held moth back?