those eyes are scarred
from damaged winds
on pavement singed
rent scenes recite
how do you live
holes dirtied leak
torn shadows sigh
they shelter filth
you cull the heat
until dice turns
to excise rage
with scalpel sharp
reprieve in sight
a poor man's
At times we see old eyes pass us by, biding their time. It may be on the street, in a bus or train.
Sometimes we see it in the mirror. We know we would never do the deed. We seek to rise above injustice, to transform. But the primitive mind wants its moment, if only in mind ©
On my journey to the center of the world
Of phantoms dreams, I find all my thoughts with
Mysteries. The moon is shining bright and there
Must be a werewolf out tonight. In the dark I see
Ten people in white-a group of preachers, cursing the
Zombies, and I can also tell the vampires around
Every corner must be down below. Every night it's the
Same, the sanity of reason never seems to be
In anyone's brain...the full moon comes I hear
The wolfman call, this seems like a normal night
In fall, but then I can tell you it's just filled
With witches calls. They cook their roasts and cast
Bolts and hail, and I can hear them chant while I'm
On the speeding city Light Rail.
Life got me high,
Life got me low.
But when I dream, I fly.
And wheter I'm flying high or low,
I'll still be flying.
Because in my dreams,
I am in control.
So I never tend to miss a night, and so a dream.
Cause I don't want to lose control.
My hea made hella crazy dream last night.
Life is fragile
Don’t turn your head
Cause when you look away
Life has already ended
We look around for things to do
Ignoring the things we already have
For the newer shinier things we see ahead
Burying the old dull looking things we no longer want
When we can no longer feel complete
When all we feel is the hunger of something more
The wanting of something that will only sedate the craving
We have truly lost ourselves
Look inside and ask yourself
Do I REALLY need this?
Or do I just want it to be a part of a trend
Am I really going to use it
Will it be useful in ten years
Twenty years down the road
And we find ourselves digging
Finding old treasures we’ve forgotten
Like finding buried treasure
We hoard it for more years
Until we can no longer remember
When we actually got it
We think and think
But nothing comes to mind
We see the now junk items
And see ourselves staring back
We see that we too are broken
Covered in dust and unwanted
Forgotten by those who once cared
And buried by those we hold dear
But still we marvel at the novelty
The memories in which we can remember
The few moments of happiness or sadness
In which is etched into us like stone
When we are able to look at something new
And say that it won’t satisfy us
Only then will we be able to say
We have lived life to the fullest
The square is made up of four thin black lines. It is large, but only relatively. It is empty, not even white: just empty space, devoid of color between those four dark lines. It looks like a meaningful tattoo, but you can’t pinpoint the meaning behind it because it is an empty square. You just imagine that there is a simple but profound meaning behind this symbol. It looks like it might represent equality or justice, two different but seemingly similar things. The lines are simple.
29 October 2015
Are birthed your thoughts
Strikes the mind’s mirror
To create a reflection
Of your imagination
Silhouette at first
Bordering the edges of light
Finally, becomes clearer
To those with vision
— The End —