The poets hand drags his graphite & somthing is created
One of a kind from a unique mind
Synopsis turned tangible
A legend by work, but name lost to time

By Arcassin B & C D K


CDK : Your Love Bridges the hole in my heart,
The one left vacuous by abandonment.
Connecting synapses long since forgot,
Filling spaces with passion , not sought.
AB : Healing cartilage of my inner thoughts,
Are the things that bind while working as one.
If you feel great depression in your soul,
I'll be there to be the armor of the absolute one.

I had dreams of creating another human with you,
in a silence that i can't hide anymore.

There was no doubt in my mind that my emotions
would eventually get the best of me,
just to see it walk out the door.

CDK : Your Love Bridges the hole in my heart,
The one left vacuous by abandonment.
Connecting synapses long since forgot,
Filling spaces with passion , not sought.
AB : Healing cartilage of my inner thoughts,
Are the things that bind while working as one.
If you feel great depression in your soul,

I'll be there to be the armor of the absolute one.

My mind is like a griddle
on which inspiration sizzles;
I let it gently fry and
turn it over
so neither side
will get burnt.

I’ve gotta cook it slow and steady –
and better wait until it’s ready
cause there’s a lesson I’ve learnt
from times before;
from when it looked all cooked and tasty
but its insides were still raw
so the inspiration was wasted
leaving my imagination insatiated,
somewhat unsatisfied and sore.

So this time I let it fry,
on the griddle of my mind
Until it’s done right to the middle
So I know that when I whittle down
into its many drooling layers
the plentiful things waiting there
will be the rich juices of words, rhythm and rhyme.

I hide in solitude to show myself in plain sight.
I dream so that I can create reality.
I crumble so that I can build up.
My quivering is your peace.
My leisure is your reach.