2.16.

In one eye
I see God
In the other is
the Devil

Feathers fell
from a hidden
heaven

You are a cold
stencil
in my bedroom
Dancing fingertips
on my canvas hips
My flower petal
skin
that sandpaper
hands
strip away
A living work of
Art
You wanted on
your wall
of fame

To afraid to
understand
So you painted
a fake

hallowing darkness
wordless psychedelic sounds
transcending my griefs

two faces of a coin
two siblings of the heart
passion ignites both
but hurt is left in the wake of one
we forget that our hearts are not coins
the world is not so
it is a blessing and a curse
the things we feel
we do so with such conviction
and human emotion is filled with contradictions
and nothing but a hair separates love and hate
all the evidence you need can be found in a dagger in the back of caesar the great
in the burning of cathedrals, empires and states
but hate is not poison
it does not rot your soul
it is not love
it does not ebb and flow
it retires to the hidden chambers in between your ribs
you slam the door and throw the key

When the new Sun rises
And hatred is failed away
When one person's life will stop
Be an object of the trade

When we dream together of
Cruelties as stamps of sorrow
Them our hands will push away
As blank shadows of tomorrow

When we see as if one eye
Guides our free and loving minds
In the land of waving flowers
Yellow sands and clear blue sky