I never did speak
For the words unsaid
They sound a little weak
For feelings undead
Stirring in the depths
Golden and red
Without pretence
Love intense
Like a bird upon a wire
The ant on your toe
The first flower in spring
The curve of your brow
It had its rights
It had its wrongs
It had everything
Fit for a song
So long to the memories
Goodbye to the nights
It's just days
And just more ways
Please, take a seat
Till the pages fill
The cups to the brim
Till the fingers bled
Till I walk all the way
To Shangri La
And back
To a cacophony of carcasses
A flutter of dread
Belligerent, it grows
A cycle of bliss
And malaise foregone
The intensity of felicity
To where it belongs
Blessed and bless'd
With the weight of memories
It did so snap
And up we wrap
The curtains close
A cyanide dose
Sachharine sweetness
A red dress in shreds
Hope and mental flux
Stuck, hard luck
Take a bow
Sing out loud
Making of hay
In green meadows
A starving tree
On the seashore
Confused, adamant, it goes,
Wilderness
In the desert
Mustard flowers
On a concrete road
Unexpected
Unintended
Uninterested
Unattended
A break from reality
A trip to insanity
Just a
Winning streak
Till the stage is set
Till the egos are fed.
