Describe my like a patch work quilt one square at a time each square
a stage of my life I'm In at any particular time In my life but feel there's still
to make my quilt complete felt always It's needed one more square then Its
full benefit will be
felt and my patch quilt will
So what if the sky
won't let you walk away
with a patch of the blue sky.
Catch that slip through
the fingers close by
'a pair of butterflies'.
It does a matter whether
you say there is or there is none
truth is a piece of heaven is on earth!
My heart has a hole please help me repair it,
It feels like an abyss so black and so cold..
Don't panic don't threat I've a needle and thread,
Will just patch it up with a cloth patch instead..
Cross hatch the stitching so it never comes loose,
My boy you'll be good you could call it brand new..
of the dark
pushing on still
through the street
in a patch
just to see you
the glorious sun
soak in the warmth
as the first light of day
drifts over us and I start to think
maybe this is home, here with you
in those shining pale rays, just us
and the problems of the world
seem so distant when we
can just sit here, looking
up at the sky, alone,
ourselves and so
utterly at peace
and that is a life
that I think I
could get used to
an azure hue
presides over our bush patch
an azure hue
such an imposing shade of blue
brilliant the colour in dispatch
of its resplendence there's no match
an azure hue
We are all stitches in the cloth
of the universe,
each a moment holding
the past & future together.
For without these
we would become frayed.
Undone not learning from one another.
But we are but one stitch among the
many colours that are
woven as far as the eye can see.
patches that collected together.
A rip has appeared
The fabric torn
A new piece pit in place
But sooner or later
It's more patch than not
Then only thread
Patches of patches of such
Is it even fabric now?
People seem to think
Patches never fail
But it can't last forever
Some even try
To use patched patches
To fix another
But all fabric
Beneath the suede feel and nappa leather
Beneath the Jordan that sells for some many dollars
Rests a weary foot covered in torn silk
A little hole here
A little patch there
Beneath the Italian suit and that da Vinci scarf
Beneath the bear fur coat and the cashmere wool
Rest a broken soul covered with a broken body
A little wear here
Some many tear there
Don't be deceived by material things, some people are broken and damaged much more than you'd ever know. They just cover up pretty well.
You were a black patch in a pitch dark universe, only with a simple streak of blue
A silver lining all of you
I was light. Constantly trying to enter, without realizing that it won’t in any way broaden that delicate border
That a full ray has no correlation with it, and they most certainly don't blend in each other
It helps no one, heals nothing, amounts to just more vacuum -- empty, vacant spaces. Hollow and scary!
That colors cannot be mistaken for paints, and especially not when they're out in space
Within your system
of abstract data I'm the
one; the broken semaphore
who yearns for an error-patch.