By Arcassin Burnham


Slo-
Ly,
In this,
Life,
Right here,
To break you.
I,
Could,
Be,
An Angel,
Planting secrets.
Just,
Can not,
Remove,
You like a tattoo,
You know,
That's not what you want me to be.
Not stressful,
Uncontrollable,
Bursting from the seams,
So comfortable,
Given the circumstances,  like more
Durable,
A passion,
Like an inspiration,
If we're still friends , I'll give you an
Invitation.

By Arcassin Burnham


Plenty passion present for your pretty face,
In this day I wanted us to celebrate in praise,
There's no other way I'd swindle you
Off your feet,
I highly recommend that you give your
Love to me,
Everlasting in this calcium cocoon
Of ours,
I put you first,  and you know that,
Know your my only star,
No matter where you are,
I always got your heart,

love won't boil my soul when your
around,
I want to stay here with you,
‎and I know that I am speaking like a
sap but the only thing I ever want is you
you Give me life in many ways,
‎teaching me your ways in a better
Understanding,
I could be your man in any way that you
want as long I could bring the love that I bring,
I'm here for you.

By Arcassin Burnham


Feeling full of progress , it's processing me,
Recycling my past and bad dreams you see,
Florida boy in a gallon of heat,
Who the hell gave you permission
To speak,
Girls I deal with are a close case to me,
This recipe sure smells good to me,
In the midst of people throwing dirt on me,
Will always remain having enemies,

Versatile,
Even in this matrix that we call home ,
We ain't alone,
Fake smiles,
That laugh upon me like the joker from the animated tv,
Winter,
Heart is cold even for my family also in a crisis,
Don't tempt me,
I ain't a killer , you know the rest,
Anxiousness inside my chest.


/

Wait a minute.
‎is there ever a link between us in this place tonight?
‎you didn't just reject me,you clipped my wings.
‎there's no links,
‎to the table I bring,
‎a new kind of fling,
‎the devil in the pale moon light sings,
‎the father and the mother gather up dreams,
‎the dragon and the pregnant woman's aura screams,
I could be all romantic,but you just leave.
‎that's alright with me,
could've been the one to show you what the world had to offer,
‎Give you the right medicine,
‎I could be your doctor,
‎Steal your hear from another,
‎like the phantom of the opera.

Maybe
It was the way
Your neon eyes
Lit up in mine
And the world
Glowed a
Kaleidoscope of
Rainbow colours

Maybe
It was being
Wrapped in your
Bronze arms
And feeling so
Very safe
So warm
Next to you

Maybe
It was grey tears
Comforted by your
Soothing voice
That cheers me on
Rubbing out the dull
Rendering me
Sunshine yellow

Maybe
It was being
Called beautiful
Because I was like
Poetry and sunsets
Great towering mountains
Pretty just
Didn't do justice

Maybe
It was our
Midnight phone calls
And feeling like
I could scrape the
Deep blue canvas sky
And twirl amoung
The blinking stars

Maybe
It was all of it
Mixed like
Paint on an
Artists palette
Pinks, reds, oranges,
Spelling out a lone word
Love.

Amidst the smoke and light and laughter
Along the smiles and cheers thereafter

A sound is bled, wrung free from strings
It bounds and treads and wholly sings
Inside each song, a secret’s moved
Not right nor wrong or frequent proved
The message dances from bow to ear;
A coded trance of love and fear
From left to right the story rings
Of death and light the Cello brings
The covert tale engulfs the room
It vibrates truth to those who loom
The Cello knows for why it’s played
Its secret lost, both gone and stayed

In the smoke and light and laughter
Music lies and cries thereafter