a hint of a glimpse
at the shadow of truthis all we can hope for
as intangible
as the shadow of smoke
shadows
are cast only in the wake of light
Dull amber curtain
dissolve assalt into waterlet the currentenvelope youand just tryto keep yourhead above water
covert
I don’t want to cast my shadow
overyourglow beacon light
What am I talking about?
The frantic scriblles of a madmanThe regurgitation of a sick manThe productivity of a recluseThe result of insomniaThe transcendental recordings of a wise manThe blood of a masochistThe songs of a loverThe praise of a priestThe death of a childThe lens towards beautyThe veil to realityThe path to destructionThe road to salvationThe ink on this […]
built to spill
He was a sad manstrumming his guitarsweetlyangrilyslowlythen fast againmy best friend and iwatched him playand took solace in the shade,the shadow castas the sun setover the harborfound comfortin his voicesingingbeautifullypainfullyunderstanding wordsfilling the airwavesbooming out overthis gathering of peopleand words of gratitudefor everyonethank you
The sweetest contaminate:
a benevolent disruption of logicvoicing her passionsas her nimble fingers manipulate,no,create,projecting herself into this worldand into my arms. I heard birds squawking;She listened to their song.I prove myself with reason;She proves herself with colors. But this is illogical,and I’m all shades of grey. So why do our hands keep finding each other?And why are our […]
