Wednesday, September 28, 2016
Peanut Butter Fantasy
Where in your hair do butterflies find daisies if the
black flies circle jerk causing a dark cloud of conscious but have no fear, a
weird fat lady appears throwing glittery globs that sprinkle down like jobs of
smiles and smithereens of joy that flow like a river of catfish in jelly
rubbed with peanut butter fantasy.
Friday, August 5, 2016
Fragile
Like a salamander's tail, impaled by innocence. The sting of the tongue calls for a tincture of toxin or flood thy veins with dragon's blood while they chew their cud a hoard of robots in top hats smoking like Absolem chained to his hookah. Frail and feeble knows no needle even when the vein wants a drink must be time to think of diamonds in the sky falling like lye frothing bubbles in my eye I want to cry but the tears are torn in too many minutes and time's of the essence but time's in a bottle kick in the throttle for a long sleep cometh.
**strange mood tonight**
**strange mood tonight**
Wednesday, August 3, 2016
Visible To Me
Blinders like a buggy horse,
they trod past him like a piece of trash on some sandy sidewalk,
somewhere but no where.
Ignoring faces, avoiding eyes like he's some cancer or dancer and not the normal kind mind you.
Why? I ask, why do they not seek the sageness that seeps from his very aura. Words like a warrior.
Humble yet brave.
A wave of something sweeps my soul into a vibration, a collation or relation,
for tomorrow I pray that he'll stay in the realm of reality safe from their blindness and depravity.
To them he's a vapor but he's visible to me.
they trod past him like a piece of trash on some sandy sidewalk,
somewhere but no where.
Ignoring faces, avoiding eyes like he's some cancer or dancer and not the normal kind mind you.
Why? I ask, why do they not seek the sageness that seeps from his very aura. Words like a warrior.
Humble yet brave.
A wave of something sweeps my soul into a vibration, a collation or relation,
for tomorrow I pray that he'll stay in the realm of reality safe from their blindness and depravity.
To them he's a vapor but he's visible to me.
Friday, March 25, 2016
The Nothing I've Become
How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
Leading you down into my core where I've become so numb
Without a soul my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can't wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
Call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
Bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up)
Before I come undone
(Save me)
Save me from the nothing I've become
Now that I know what I'm without
You can't just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can't wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
Call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
Bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up)
Before I come undone
(Save me)
Save me from the nothing I've become
Bring me to life
(I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside)
Bring me to life
Frozen inside without your touch
Without your love, darling
Only you are the life among the dead
All this time I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
Got to open my eyes to everything
Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul
Don't let me die here
There must be something more
Bring me to life
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can't wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
Call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
Bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up)
Before I come undone
(Save me)
Save me from the nothing I've become
Bring me to life
(I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside)
Sunday, February 14, 2016
Home
In the place beyond the river lies a thick wood,
where beams of sun crisscross the darkness,
and towering trees for eternity have stood.
The untraveled road, yet familiar, harkens.
behind which is a passageway,
and following it you hear,
voices cherished,
and emerging in the clear,
you know that you have perished,
for before you they all gather,
in the place that was once and forever shall be yours,
for you are but of them, as they are of you,
and though we are sent out for a time to roam,
to them we always return,
for they, and it, are home.
Written for me by Kevin Lenihan
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Into the Grey
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