8/28
I still feel cold
Your forehead touching mine
held captive as you were
by your body’s new home,
A wooden casket
Felt so much, stoic past couldnt mask it
No breath, On my knees howling,
Body reaction analphylatic
Must be allergic to truth, Epi my body
please Save me so I can task it
Inside sight still Burns so hot
I'm melting out here,
must be made outta patchwork plastic,
Zinn man, can can you hear
Your body resting, a symbolic system
Forming a quietude of mourning moods ,
and murdered motivations, and somehow even inspirations
Friend still dead so I gotta tremble
Ritual require so we assemble, trouble is
Pain is an illusion , but how do I
pierce this false Conclusion
Falling prey powerfully to this pervasive grief,
So still no vibrations This **** must be
an optical delusion
Still in disbelief and I still feel cold.
Our whole community perceptions formed by conceptions,
Creative community informed protection
A general order of existence, clothed in factuality
mood realistic, magnitude mystic
So focused on your life,
just so we could love and miss it
Cause The candle that burns
twice as bright
lives half its life
double finite
Like a falling star you crashed
Excited the red of my stop light
Walked up to the circle jerks
And hit me with a simple sound bite
“Who wants to be my best friend
and give me a cigaretee?”
Leap of faith trying to touch a fallen star,
You could be so blunt, people left with fingers burnt
Look at the sky purple light know right where you are
So subtle, always curious to what we could learn
Hand over my heart
for 21 G=U=N Moments
You had honor.
I still have your rose,
Dead as you are,
withering beautifully
Just as cold as I am.
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 8:22 PM UTC
8/28
I still feel cold
Your forehead touching mine
held captive as you were
by your body’s new home,
A wooden casket
Felt so much, stoic past couldnt mask it
No breath, On my knees howling,
Body reaction analphylatic
Must be allergic to truth, Epi my body
please Save me so I can task it
Inside sight still Burns so hot
I'm melting out here,
must be made outta patchwork plastic,
Zinn man, can can you hear
Your body resting, a symbolic system
Forming a quietude of mourning moods ,
and murdered motivations, and somehow even inspirations
Friend still dead so I gotta tremble
Ritual require so we assemble, trouble is
Pain is an illusion , but how do I
pierce this false Conclusion
Falling prey powerfully to this pervasive grief,
So still no vibrations This **** must be
an optical delusion
Still in disbelief and I still feel cold.
Our whole community perceptions formed by conceptions,
Creative community informed protection
A general order of existence, clothed in factuality
mood realistic, magnitude mystic
So focused on your life,
just so we could love and miss it
Cause The candle that burns
twice as bright
lives half its life
double finite
Like a falling star you crashed
Excited the red of my stop light
Walked up to the circle jerks
And hit me with a simple sound bite
“Who wants to be my best friend
and give me a cigaretee?”
Leap of faith trying to touch a fallen star,
You could be so blunt, people left with fingers burnt
Look at the sky purple light know right where you are
So subtle, always curious to what we could learn
Hand over my heart
for 21 G=U=N Moments
You had honor.
I still have your rose,
Dead as you are,
withering beautifully
Just as cold as I am.
Christopher Ryan Pickens // Zinn City Music
https://soundcloud.com/zinncity
Rest in Peace
You will always be the best of us
