By Arcassin Burnham

I sense your loving embrace,
can't nobody tell you different love
your a rocket ship in my eyes
you make me feel alive

Beat around the bush but the bush could
Get cut down,
I wouldn't feel this way in shambles if i
Had you now,
I could put away my childish things to
Only later return to a kiss,
I wish that I could taste it,  I could reach
It if it wasn't made of pure bliss,
am I what your looking for,

I sense your loving embrace,
can't nobody tell you different love
your an rocket ship in my eyes
you make me feel alive
and when I'm not talking to the hive,
my heart and lasting memories can be
soon enough repaired

I won't just die
cause the memory of you is still here.

By Arcassin Burnham

All you've ever asked for was a silent night,
With unholy antics to feed the dead,
All I ever wanted was to see a tear but not quite,
And it was all in my head,
You could make a blind man
See,
You could make a shy man
Speak,
In the night serving the unholy beast,
You're making me,
Yeah your making me,

All I really wanted was a night in bed, to rest,
I pack my soul up,
Get up,
And go,
This would be the night that you are at your
Best,
but your spirit is feeling old,
You could bring back senses
Of smell,
You can make 12 men melt,
In the night serving the unholy beast,
You're melting me,
Yeah your loving me.

By Arcassin Burnham

It was necessary watching you go and leaving my life,
I ain't never gonna fall again,
I could have been like a human answering machine
For all of your problems,
But I'm not your guinea pig,

Cutie pie, cutie pie,
Why do you keep stressing me?

Cutie pie ,cutie pie,
Why do you not answer me?

I was so determine,
To keep us alive,
Don't ever come back to me,
Back to me,
Don't come back to me.

By Arcassin Burnham

See the images for what it's worth
In spite of everything you've face in you life time,
Replace every broken past with a blue ribbon to
Signify that the rest of your days
Will be fine,
Kiss each of yours angels on the cheek
For the luck you'll receive, for all the
Fallen brothers and mothers,
Then history will repeat,
Just place and tie a blue ribbon,

Constantly thinking of the right motives,
Writing down the waves
Of the rivers
While sitting in the garden imaging a
Better life,  a better outcome,
A chance to look back on everything
And change it,
But things just don't work out like that,

blue ribbon.

By Arcassin Burnham

will you dry my bones,
will you rip my heart,
will you leave me alone,
is this when we part
will you take my spirit in the middle of night,
while I'm begging to cry, while I'm going.....to die,

Dealt with quite a lot of bull in my recent years,
You gotta be a man , you gotta work just to face
Your fears,
Dying of thirst like the guy at liquor stores begging
For money,
Thinking it's a curse when things go bad in my past
Memory,

I'm falling
fast
needa
life,
soul searching
can't
find nothing
right

I've got dirt in my eyes,
And blood on my knees.

will you dry my bones,
will you rip my heart,
will you leave me alone,
is this when we part
will you take my spirit in the middle of night,
while I'm begging to cry, while I'm going.....to die.

By Arcassin Burnham


#2 pencils for your thoughts,
A minor invite to let the words flow from ones inner chi,
Slipping through the cracks and tears of images and frames that
Makes the mind project the bad memories in paranormal states
Of thinking about dark figures appearing in front of you and
Putting fear and feat inside while your body is paralyzed from
Head to toe in hopes that your soul will not get carried to hell as you
Hear the voices,
Let the ocean and the sun shower over your phases and sins,
Being young is a giving, it's not an accomplishment,
Clicking heels and biting black fingernails,
Be as spiritual as the dawn and the shine on fifty cents,
Young Man , Young Lady,
They are one,

/

Lucy's in the sky with diamonds tonight,
She's looking good,
Sparkles running through the vains of her eyes,
She knows it's just not fair
I miss you just as much as you miss me even though you're
Never there,
Up in the sky.....
I live to die......
a garden grave....
a garden grave.....
There are no slaves in the valley,
It's more important than family,
Some people deal with it commonly,
But also has their own anatomy,
I'm glad I find it so challenging,
But I rely on strateging,
You can't escape from the happenings,
Don't let your heart end up in packaging.

An infant, eyes wide open, stares into the world and sees nothing. An adult narrows his vision and sees what he wants. An old man closes his eyes and sees everything.
Phil Lindsey, August 10, 2016

By Arcassin Burnham

I like the style in you,
In your yellow dress to impress,
The snow couldn't freeze your heart
In the dusk of the final hours it missed,
Reality hits you hard sometimes,
With a speckle of a near reaction,
Such a pretty mouth when we kiss,
We reach the stars in the daylight,
I want to make this special tonight,
Skipping stones by the lake with your yellow dress flowing,
Hearts so pure as this can not break,
Not even when it's snowing,
Lets go to our place and
Get away from
The human race,
Share similar shade,
Not on your case,
Love when you make that face,
That smile that grace in your walk,
The way you step , the way you dance,
Its incredible.

By Arcassin Burnham

I'm not a judgemental person equalizing accusations
To impress a minor audience full of devil's and demons
And the wicked and the sinful pacing back and forth to
Chronological melody desensitizing the brain and it's
Chemistry with movement and places to remember in
Photographs taking false imagery to a whole new
Kind of staff,
I was born to believe that Jesus died for our sins,
Lored into things that I couldn't hardly comprehend,
Putting back missing pieces and beating myself to
A pulp,
Learning what I could without phobias if they stalk.


/

You might be 17 hours away just thinking about
Me In your pajamas making circles with your
arms And laying out sheets of paper to start a
Portfolio of drawn faces and characteristics that
Only you could sort out seeing as how you just
Seen me a couple of weeks ago,
I'd rather go,
I'd rather show,
you in person how long I've been missing you,
I hope you know,
I'm kinda slow,
If I didn't see you message me just keep me in
Your memories,
I'm missing all of your energy,
I know that your still into me.

Tickets please.  
Tickets please..

Thank you..  

The seating orientation was a bit strange.  We wanted to see what all the fuss was about.. We sat in a circular pattern next to these strange looking candle holders.  They looked a bit to gothic for my taste.  The candles seem to be all different colors of wax.   We paid 200$ for one song.  I don't think its worth it.  But everyone says it is..  The house was completly sold out. There was not one seat empty..

The lights begin to dim away. Darkness fills the entire room.. Its then we begin to hear the most beautiful acoustic guitar music I have ever heard..  As the music played on I could see a small glow of light beside us.. The candles were coming to life.. Each flame was a differnet color.  Ours was a beautiful blue.  The longer they played the brighter the candles got.. There were two of them playing.  Never did they look up at us. They played with their heads looking down at the floor.   It now looked like and aura of colors within the theater.  The song begin to slow down and the candles got dimmer and dimmer..  The song then begin to slightly speed up.  The ceiling was now filled with stars and endless falling comets..  I was now lost in the music..

The sun begin to rise, A new day was being born..  The song had ended.. The applause was thunderous! The night song of the two.. Magnifcient it was...