drip drop goes the red sea from the gorge of empathy flowing free and abstract to the origin masonry where the crystals build and the red wine spills where the homeless are rich and the sheltered diminish where the heat cools and welcomes snow and the cold brings sweating and a feverish vampire glow where we learn zombies are not the dead but the living faking a smile and serenity is a feeling found somewhere in the mild drip drop flows the river do we dare to cross
I am the author of my pain Because it is my fault thoughts of you still pass my brain god can't save my aim my blood vessels explode as I write while I implode in life My heart is a confederacy seceding from my brain They go to war my every waking moment My brain wants to free me from your slavery While my heart still cling's to the memories
Live your life like it is a poem, And you are the words that complete it. Live your life like it is a painting, And you are the canvas of the divine. Live your life like it is a song, And you are the note arising from the unknown.
Let's weave a cloth using thread of lies, one colored in your biases the other in mine.
You believe what I tell you & I will believe in you, but take care to remember what you say isn't true.
Let's keep it low key & use only light colored threads- a lie too bright can show the lack of facts.
We'll use it to hide our skins whenever our sand castle we shall leave. But careful! Don't step out in the wind- Beware of the power of truth that takes the strength out of this fabric we weave.
You sat on coloured carpets As a child Wondering when the time would come To grasp certain four lettered mysteries - Titled love, life. Both questions for another day.
You stand now on technicolour floors Painted, though not quite as vivid Manufactured this time round - glass mirror-bred tricks of the light.
And all those mysteries from so long ago - far off questions left for a far off day - they baffle you just the same.