I… AM the music and the glitter ideas, connected, and the space in between a notebook with blank pages to be filled stories love depression what makes me alive if not pain?
I am between contradictions going for size, color, harmony, feeling an eye to the Lady on the wall with the hand seeking pleasure redemption, maybe and I did try the math, the logic, equations – the heart opposed, full stop explosions LSD – Lucy, where are you Lucy?
Her prince came soon after the place was empty need lack of time, indecision, illusion of choice no need for white horse happily ever after?
Beauty? I do not see YOU I relate what I feel context opposition similarity sound is heart of true meaning, and you play the piano faulty, scrambled yet real, all for me easy to fall deeper into a lifetime of YOU and I…
painted face mud, my arms have roots in this soil rewind my arms have roots in this soil I ran – I ran for the sundown the silence colored wavy red clouds tiny, the yellow was young gray stalled call me not rusty scissored Todd, cold cold the cigarettes I smoked for love blue dust and nights in central park rebound cry rebound cry rebound the petrol skies lost in the eye where do you end and when do I begin? within seek in pages left wrong the need to feel right I killed before I died – stand tall say grace nothingness is asking for my space the words the waves meaning or mess mud painted face – I caved I gave up, up and away cripple sum of all deeds hope hands in the stone when expecting the least I am the beast…
I got shot in the dark with the gun I used to break their hearts shattered in a million pieces all I’ve left is broken wishes missing form the greatest puzzle the wrong answers to the right questions, they will paint my face on the bigger picture tell me stop ask me be better held on to the feelings my chest could not gather, I have seen you naked but my skin was covered taking in the space between us, the whole grew larger nothing more to share but attaching distance you call the rains but the soil is poison and I want to grow and seed a forest, larger than the world…
Beautiful borders that we forgot to seal turned from yellow flowers to red brick walls and the song I used to play never called you anyway, I gave her a name and she marked it down in stone it did not change it did not even glow acting in a story that we somehow stole the rhyme is off the tempo is cold and I am freezing when we should be burning slow, the nights are longer with the steps we take what there is to do when there is nothing left to say my heart belongs to me in the most profound of ways, if this won’t kill us it is not a passage of any kind for I can not see the future yet I am far from blind…
I am drinking red wine that turned into blood metallic with a taste to cut out your tongue it feels like the days I spelled your eyes wrong and you gave me water that washed our souls, Miss Wright is out of control Mister Wong is ever so bold tell me to stop ask me be better nothing left to do before I write this letter something must change or it’s hog-killing weather I can not go the same to the end of summer it is in my bones that I seek an honest meaning and if you ever try again tell me so I can take cover love is a curse but it must not be made harder…