Heaven and earth swirling around the caverns of my brain,
Bitter sensation rises in the depths of my cinnamon-stained palate.
"Questions of science" playing in my boggled mind,
Seafoams haunting my skin, yearning
For the heat of the last trace of summer.
I need you.
04 September 2012
11 July 2012
Marlboro Man
Smoke clouds vision.
Every inhale kills.
Exhales sadness.
Choc'lit after-taste.
Temporary ecstacy.
Swan Song
like the sea crashes to the shore,
i'll go crash my head to oblivion
like the wind blows on fall,
i'll blow my kisses to eternity
like the sun cuts the night short,
i'll let despair throw my daydreams.
like the swan sings its last song,
i'll take away my voice to the heavens.
i die.
Wanderlost
I'm lost,
I keep wandering,
I'm looking for something,
Missing in me,
I ran away,
I come back again,
Still wandering,
Still looking,
Still lost.
I keep wandering,
I'm looking for something,
Missing in me,
I ran away,
I come back again,
Still wandering,
Still looking,
Still lost.
Woodcut
Would you listen to me if the truth has muted me to tell?
Would you heed my call if help comes in vain?
Would you still embrace me if you hear me howl in the full moon's light?
Would you understand the end of one bandit's lost fight?
Would you cry when I breathe my last farewell?
Would you not?
Would you heed my call if help comes in vain?
Would you still embrace me if you hear me howl in the full moon's light?
Would you understand the end of one bandit's lost fight?
Would you cry when I breathe my last farewell?
Would you not?
Rain
Rain is a concrete manifestation.
Easy to take notice of yet hard to suppress.
In sprinkles, it gives joy.
In sadness, it hides the tears.
A long and unexpected descent from the heavens.
Like the rain I give my identity.
This madness pains me, I'm drenched in sadness
Storming out my anguish will never amuse me.
I'm cold, I'm blue, I'm unconscious.
My heart is cold because of the rain.
Cleanse my filth, wash it away,
Burn me with your fire, take away my pain.
Forbidden Love
Seaphoenix flew over the deserts of Egypt,
searching for nothing, looking for not.
At the gate of a pyramid, I hover, rested.
Love found me.
Dust of the winds caused by the flaps of the wings of the skyphoenix blinded me.
An ascent to the highest pyramid is futile.
Never realizing I can actually fly.
I can only cry.
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