comfort was also there...always there...like a pale bitch standing right next to me... provoking the eternal judgment of the life long princess...
....and the tastes were intense on the tongue.
There was the aroma of the earth... the awareness of the soul birth and death... and the wonder of being so young.
Now only the past, and all that’s passed, its secrets are a dim recall.
The sun has rose and set so many times that it’s as if it never had at all.
Day and night, pulsating like a strobe light, between nightmares become more elaborate.
Jabber and gibberish, lentel and licorice, beef, chicken, chips, fish.....
an empty fountain and a big wish.
They’re all pointing ahead and looking behind, while jogging through the moments essentially blind. They all seem to be in a race to move up and get ahead...- but they all appear to only be getting further in the red-...
In a mad dash to a somewhere too far away, where the people perish before they ever stop to stay away
Sleep is now restricted and lines are drawn around the bed. Dreams now contemplated with mind more than heart, and as we wished to grow closer together, it seems we’ve only grown farther apart.
This love in a roll of register tape…
This romance in a cape…
This collapse of you and I on this public stage, where the ranks are held high over these wars we wage. A society obsessed with proper proportions on the outside and inside.
Beauty and brains and it’s accommodating pride.
And we still laugh and we still cry.
We still react alarmingly and to the unknown rather shy. Yet still we swoon in the safe and warm, surrendering completely to it’s shape and it’s form.
Entranced by love behind glowing screens, as it floats through books and music,
and friends
...and enemies
