By Arcassin Burnham

Very nice! Good job!
Yeah you're starting to impress me at least you're not
A slob,
Who are you with? What's your plan?
I know I  shouldn't trust you but your taking quite a
Stand,

How you doing, what is up?
Not good at starting conversations why don't I just give up
Should I start ,or should you,
Glancing at me quite a bit in the last few hours , it's up to
You,
I'm just comfortable with my decisions,
Facing what I can not mention,
Things are complicated enough,
We just want an ascension,
Red strips on my shirts like where's waldo?
Sorry for random inconvenience , I need a taco.


/


I must feel lucky...
Winning you over....
Count the blessings....
Thank God I'm sober....
I'm,
Your inspiration.....
Ms. Can I get another minute.....
Or an hour or two.....
Even though we pivot,

Tight jeans screaming at the scenes of what's to gather,
Yeah,
Baby bear , momma bear , Papa Bear , family in convert,
Yeah,
Flowers blossom outside in the garden with pure bliss,
Insane actions with blood on your fist,

Don't make me take off the gloves in reaction times,
Don't make me take off my shoes cause my feet hurt,
Don't make me take off my shirt when we realize,
That your the only one I want for now all in due time,


Don't make me take off the gloves in reaction times,
Don't make me take off my shoes cause my feet hurt,
Don't make me take off my shirt when we realize,
That your the only one I want for now all in due time.

By Arcassin Burnham

Your complicated like the back to the future trilogy,
I'm diggin this if you are , sometimes I think selfishly,
Teenage stuff , nothing to get caught up arguably,
I'm diggin this if you are,

Use to compare you to that stunning actress , noted Miss Ricci,
I got your name on my arm to express my love now baby,
I'll jump off a cliff for you and write you a discography,
I'm diggin this if you are.


/


I notice every time I change for the better ignoring
My past and settling for better things and job offerings,
I put my passion aside for the angels to protect it in its
Day of needing comfort just so I could start Requieming,
I use to wanna write comic books and novels thinking
That I was a young stan Lee or Stephanie Myers despite
My effort to take advantage In making a masterpiece,
Let it rest in peace,
I seen better artwork from the loose leaves,
Falling desperately,
Entering the mind of a maniac , just say please.


/


Gotta dance in the light,
Why not just let it be,
Soul flies like a kite,
First step to being free,
Gotta find the red door,
If you stumble cross the keys,
Have to right all your wrongs,
That's good enough for me,
Walk upon the other side,
Knows the whole biography,
Of your recent whereabouts,
Getting burned damagely,

Have to right all your wrongs...
Have to write all your wrongs...

You're not doomed eternally if you do the right things
That says alot about you as a person and your peers,
All the wishes and the fears,
You could make sure they get sheered , there's a lesson here.

By Arcassin Burnham

Admitting all the wrong doing just to make it right with
the Lord And Savior for all of eternity just resting my
Sanity of being paranoid of short comings and demons
That out weight on my life and execute my thoughts of
Bringing what I owe to the man up stairs getting away
From the black tar that burns the souls of the people
From the inside out and claiming their life as their own.


/


It awakes,
Like the fear to ache,
Opening my heart up to a force that loves and accepts
Any of my mistakes for I am a simple human being,
There's nothing in between,
Be my giving tree,
I'll build a box for you with Roses and letters glued to it
Like a mural,
I bet you didn't know I was an artist that's exquisitely
Careful,
If the light,
Shines brightly,
Run to it ,
Don't you stop,
Then hold his hand tightly,
I got a proper dose of reality for ya, when I open up
My mouth it's like an lucidless coma,
When I tell you I have issues,
Don't expect you to understand,
As long as I see the angels I will be a better man,
Than,
The guy that left me and guy that was never there,
In here tonight call to the light and recite all my prayers.
Can't say she never cared,
My mom,
She'll always be there.

By Arcassin Burnham


I got no time for all your mess and all your bickering,
I know i messed up in the past it could be sickening,
the mistakes of letting go I can't forgive myself,
when it's bright at dawn I change the padlock to my
heart and dreams,

I got no time for all your mess and all your bickering,
I found love at the lake it smelled like Irish springs,
I just gotta say.... where were you when I needed help,
heads not on straight to the sound of the music and the
lighting of the solar beams.


/


Cute dress with a smile and a cup of coffee
Sitting on the dock of the bay,
Stand still woman , I'm trying to get your
Eyes right,
According to my artful bouquet,
I was...
Thinking about the days where we would make
A perfect day into nights,
Use to pray you would stay,
And I......
Would love the lipstick smell engraved all over my skin
With the joy of really seeing your face,

Pressure is pressure it will never change,
Don't know where you come , can't encourage pain,
Aiming for the base of your heart like a gun range,
Don't trade in moodswings just to have the strain.

By Arcassin Burnham

Positive intake,
Follows you down to the lake,
Wise crack on a clean slate,
This happiness you can't take,
Smoke in the air , full of blaze,
Olive green eyes to the face,
Like the devil's incline to this phase,
Flame will reflect just in case,
The dark of the Moon and the the light of the sun
Has chosen it's prophet declaring that times will
Be a lot warmer because of this beauty that I am
Experiencing has me so sprung that the roses will
Blossom with ease along with the grass and the trees,
Which is just how much you mean to me,
This is dedicated to all the lovely green eyed females
That has no other choice than but to be absolutely
Nothing but attractive,
That don't get enough credit for being who they are
Which are angels of this realm,
Surely you can tell,
The Infatuations active.


/


It sounded like nightcore on the edge
Of a cliff looking to the night sky with
a hearted sleeve,
It felt like love on a Sunday afternoon
Like all the others sacrificing all your
Fears and dreams,
It smelled like the silver crust on a piece of
Chewing gum just making popping
Noises from the same scheme,
It looked as bright as day when it
Shines that all you see is all that you
Can truly believe,

You made it seem like those senses didn't
Matter creating melodies dedicated to all
Your enemies,
Are you hearing me?
I noticed it all love.

Tickets please.  
Tickets please..

Thank you..  

The seating orientation was a bit strange.  We wanted to see what all the fuss was about.. We sat in a circular pattern next to these strange looking candle holders.  They looked a bit to gothic for my taste.  The candles seem to be all different colors of wax.   We paid 200$ for one song.  I don't think its worth it.  But everyone says it is..  The house was completly sold out. There was not one seat empty..

The lights begin to dim away. Darkness fills the entire room.. Its then we begin to hear the most beautiful acoustic guitar music I have ever heard..  As the music played on I could see a small glow of light beside us.. The candles were coming to life.. Each flame was a differnet color.  Ours was a beautiful blue.  The longer they played the brighter the candles got.. There were two of them playing.  Never did they look up at us. They played with their heads looking down at the floor.   It now looked like and aura of colors within the theater.  The song begin to slow down and the candles got dimmer and dimmer..  The song then begin to slightly speed up.  The ceiling was now filled with stars and endless falling comets..  I was now lost in the music..

The sun begin to rise, A new day was being born..  The song had ended.. The applause was thunderous! The night song of the two.. Magnifcient it was...

Watching The Signs With Sighs

No journalist, I –
No Instagramer, Twitterer,
No any out-in-worlder;
Only poet, intellect,
A heart
That tries not to be sentimental,
Hooked upon emotion –
So, and too misleading, to mis-reading,
Impulse and projection
Of our egotistic needs.
Yet,
One cannot
Resist it all:
The evil of it all,
Coming, going, fooling one
Into believing
That a calm will always be.

Last night a ventured coup in Turkey,
Night before, Bastille Day in Nice:
Terror, violence, crushed, the try
At overthrow!
I just don’t know –
I’m speechless, but confess
I must write something, being helpless too.  
To cry and yelp
Is not to help.  

I’m here, on paper writ.
That’s it.

Watching The Signs With Sighs 7.16.2016
Our Times, Our Culture II; Birth, Death & In Between II; War Book II;
Arlene Corwin