Autums' birth, silhouettes form
darkness bind, beating calm
out to find, to take and leave
whistle-winds, lawnmowers cleave
those who mourn are still in wait
today is the first of summers fall.
Winter's grip, bleak and pale
all ambitions, will only prevail
in hibernation, in our darkened souls
in a snowclad pyre of burnt out coal
for the fresh and frozen lovers mind
today is the start of autums' death.
Springtime breathes, sleep subsides
within their minds, endless tides
writhing in joy, the rising sun
sanity entwine, a time has come
for blaze and power, light and lust
today is the day of winter's sigh.
Summer strides, momentum reclaims
the weakened state of froliced brains
adapting to life, with blood of addiction
swallowing sorrow, in more affliction
perceving time in a rythm of lust
This is the last day of spring.
Mirrors mirroring a mirage of manipulated instances
breaking the majority of unclean and unconcerned cowled owls of unknown societies
scorned by an unclean ushering of yuppie cultists cultivating various untold truths;
about living life in a club gathering of galvanized realities
Mirrors creaking in orgasmic lockup sensations to the beat of a tedious epiphany
of yellow guns blazing and muzzleflashes muffled through hours of beholding beholders
of dearly prized and useless boulders
with golden corroded pricetags beneath the railroad tracks.
drawing another breath of smoke, drinking another beer, going back to sleep.
before a cleansing awakening in the hours before dawn
I realized doors once shut had reopened
by the gentle touch of aroural shadows of the night
I regained soil beneath my feet
as the sun strode from the jaded horizon
I reclaimed my halo
swirling in an endless confusing affinity
and with jests and devils gone;
I drew a breath and accepted my flaws
expressed broken thoughts with a smile
came to terms with reality and broke through
while explaining in silence my dreams about you
how deeply these bring me joy and closure
and how I, when I wake up,
remember nothing but the feelings
connected to my constant reverie revolving around you
but.. this is only momentarily
when dawn breaks i forget everything about you
and carry on in an oblivious state of mind
only waiting for a sign of your presence again
you're the only one who really know me..
Goodnight my beautiful shade.
If only you knew me.
