a moment of weakness..
a moment of silence...
a moment in pain...
and a moment of despair...
none of these were there...
the day we locked our eyes together for the first time..
when we introduced ourselves to immaculate perception...
when we wore the uniform of passion...
to the illusion of life...
and into the maelstrom of love...

it is you..
clearly a feathery icon...
and at your disposal..
mighty wings flutter..
dear ocean breeze,
dear forest queen,
bear with us in our time of need...

its you whose in-charge,
prepare to lead...
share your innocence..
with the colors of justice..
sacrifice the deliverance...
in disguised rooms..
where wisdom blooms..

And there's you, yet again...
that pink array,
your beauty by color,
your feathery display...
and at your finest hour...
the forest whisper,
and larva's they shiver...
all along, right by a river...

such crooked beings they are,
in a checkered world of doubt..
animals of vulnerability and such disaster..
in the state of mind that leaks about..
and clouds of mountains,
revert us to true senses...
and the true titans,
divert us to blissful attention...
how fools deranged,
in their temples of doom...
oh!, how they have arranged..
their prayers for the moon...

you!, your so tiny...
complaining about how loud we speak...
do not judge us, for we are mighty...
you disturb us, unknowing how else you're weak...
you follow your engineered line...
from our tables you tastefully dine...
and in our footsteps, you washed ashore...
slaves you are, for her majesty the *****...
you carry her food, serve her sugar...
nevertheless you'll always be a beggar...
and of how you are hidden, amongst us all...
in plain sight you belonged...

knowing you.
makes my existence.
never a deniability.

jolted,
bolted in a constant string of electric sensation.
you have me all wired correctly.
and the circuits I'm plugged to.
produce thoughts of you, releasing.
a longing for your sparkling touch.

knowing you.
makes my existence.
a reality.

in my psychedelic view..
i see you as the color yellow..
a line constructed that people queue...
to define a heart that you mellow..
for a swirling truth that binds inside..
that a persons mind blows away like a tide..
whispering slow words of death..
that will carry them to the wisdom lake..
holding dear the minds eye..
that carries the thought of yellow inside...

The thought of you,
Is the only thing thats constant,
which i've tried to forget,
which i'm so powerless against,
carrying this burden, my minds debt,
space left for logic, pretty much dense,
ever so eager, ever so intense,
passing of the days,
hinged like a bolt, rusted in its place,
trapped, like a steel display,
the movement forms a rhythmic flow,
thrusting at edge, eager to outburst,
glaring like the sun, a golden glow,
bearing this hunger, this unholy thirst.