This fresh coat of paint
You brushed thick across the leaves,
when there’s wind, it drips.

A wretched mind frame
lit with sapphire flame.
In it my past ignites,
destined to flee into emptiness.

All my mental souvenirs slowly evanesces,
as if my mind is a quicksand.

What's the point
of making new memories
if i cant even hold on
to the one's that i already have?

blame games in our DNA
Adam blamed Eve
Eve blamed the serpent...

do you **** up to the bully
to put off the inevitable?

mocked is par for the course
persecution guaranteed
scapegoat written large

from searching in the dark
to having the light of life
together, you journey onward

unfolding understanding with each new moment
can shock, set free, unite ,untie, scare, propel,
deepen trust, unlock love, bestow peaceful acceptance,
add to dreams, open locked doors, unfold new paths...