What I feel in sound
I see in colour.
A beauty unsoundly perfect
Each motion poetic, each frame sinful.
For each thought though clean can’t seem
to clear off the feeling of intense passion.
Want the Bliss to last through this moment..
I’ll take this piece of you
And hope for all eternity
that even in just this second;
For just one second I felt whole
As your melody flew right through me
Wanting to hold on to that feeling and embrace it.
The orchestra assembled to its paramount state,
causing me to inhale thoughts of you
and feel you in my bloodstream.
Wanna keep you warm in my heart
where soughs know no end..
Muse igniting thoughts
Pairing up the stars in acoustic fashion.
Want to form a constellation
that will always align me and you.
The percussive percussionists percussion,
playing away my sorrow.
Embedding forever in my soul the reason that is you.
Holding in hand a pigment that is true.
A colour just yet profoundly clear,
no contrast nor hue.
Just a tear.
And in that tear, a symphony plays..
Sounds like these, fading endlessly: the volume though stale,
I hear the whispered words within
the masterpiece of your heart
screaming let the melody play, let the melody play.
For the muse I see, is the music in me.
Your love is the space
In which I exist.
Your truth and inspiration
Into the darkest corners Of my life.
If time were mine to give,
I would give it all to you.
lust, I lusted in yesterday’s down filled pillows
feel, I felt the light comfort of a partner that didn’t linger
that didn’t dwell
maybe it’s age or the precipitation
I stopped relying in ways
that earth parted days
the rain saturates the rays in your eyes
memory became a case
mystery relentless but put to rest
hand picked daisies
as 26 years goes by
caution, I carefully threaded mine filled land
Loss, I lost and found faith under the same blue sky
that didn’t dawn
maybe it’s meant to turn into dust
as many blown apart
I started to realize the open grip
the storm yet to come already claimed its name
yesterday’s flower became the evidence
revelation to youth awaken
hand picked daisies
another 9640 days in counting
of tomorrow unpredictable
Some people don’t know where to go
There are alot of lost souls.
Alot of people who have trouble trusting people
People who lost inside
don’t know who or where to turn to.
I want to trust people but
I don’t know who to turn to.
My head said’s to try to trust
but my heart doesn’t know how to
There are 5 tastes in life:
For unhappy feelings, bitter.
For happy feelings, sweet.
For worriness, sour.
For sadness, salty.
For pain, spicy.