Resonance... The focal point in which The quarantined energy Basks in the being of another Creating seemingly nothing But To eyes of forming cosmos Chaotic lust Translucent harmony As the gravitational pull ensues Friction takes hold Spiraling high velocity Breaching the mass The unaware are slowly ****** in Vacuumized ions Building to the climatic And otherwise futile Struggle Yes struggle These sources The positives The negatives Strangers to the vortex Outsiders Exacting alpha status Until one succeeds Casting out thwarted energy Is all but spent Leaving nothing more than resonance Of what was And could be
Sunshine in Eyes lit Oceans of sheets Entangle eight limbs In that one bedroom apartment Two souls emerge From the overcast of cotton Rising and falling like the tide A week home Some call beautiful
I watched you walk Shoe laces untied Right out that door I peered at more Your spine shimmering I gave you hell But here you are Leaving Your bones rake and rattle I can here them when i'm close But what got me What really got me Was the skyscraper you seem to pull out every time there it is Holding your soul at such a peak But your bones are frail And i yet weak You hold but a piece of me Yet i am weak Endeavoring is only the conquest Am i not right? Or am i a bit bashful I wish you farewell sky Scraper Until at last i reach your soul At the top
I'm sick, sick, sick of my complaining, that rhetoric that I've been writing. That blood red bled from ink to pen, I'm blue/black backwards, I am paper thin.