Slowly sensing an altered reality Or maybe its a parallel universe Scrathing our earth Hypnotizing and brainwashing our youth Its working Where falling under the invisible trap Forced to think that we are suppose to live this way Forced to think that depression and suicide is the way to go Forced to think that there is no way out They are WRONG
Right now, it's raining in a silent place where the sun peaks through the cracks of the hazy forest. A place where your breath appears as a roar of a lion and your sneeze a tornado. At dawn, your heart echoes the sigh of the forest and the lament of the babbling brook. The brook babbles, yet doesn't say a thing. Soon it will succumb to the hush of the lush and shady forest where the sun bleeds its first hello and last goodbye.
Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts. Nor the woman in the ambulance Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly ----
A gift, a love gift Utterly unasked for By a sky
Palely and flamily Igniting its carbon monoxides, by eyes Dulled to a halt under bowlers.
O my God, what am I That these late mouths should cry open In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers.