the waterfall pours from my eyes pedals fall underneath the guise stunting growth, lethargic dope cogs and knots, perched atop Frozen locks, offset and lost denial of fact, unravelling fiction dine in solitude, reset and listen
broken surroundings hidden underneath discrete skins flat spots drowning in superficial layers of constricted capillaries walls embed in bleached skin
made of salty tears and eggshell crystals cutting out the wafting of diurnal light-blue ozone
resistant coating burning on crusted cheek beneath thin recalcitrant cuticles
forcing into lamping layers of red-blue- purple-yellow- green-white- ecchymosis symptoms justifying on its own
Many problems exist in a dormant state, individual or social, they are manifesting like ecchymosis in our life... at times we engage to solve them collectively or personally. While in other cases nature takes care of them as we evolve ...
Poetry is The earth we see When its tumultuous and green
And syllables Are the rivers Carving out valleys deep beneath
I did a pretty in depth analysis on one of my favorite singer/songwriter and the results were surprising. He often crafts lyrics in a very poetic fashion, with an orderly, underlying structure of sorts. Never unwilling to bend or break from the format. But still clever in the ways of syllable-based structuring. Which is cool and makes me want to take better care of my own prose and poetic lines.