March 2019

A dead leaf in the wind

Two mountains they’re twins?

Who could imagine?

Who could imagine,

it’s so small?

Who could imagine?

Who could imagine,

it’s so tall!

So black, so dark, so white such a shark

It is eating me

eating me

apart.

So vicious, so lovely, so deadly such a warm heart

It is eating me

eating me

apart.

Apartment class,

a castle vast.

Who could imagine?

Who could imagine,

it’s so small?

Who could imagine?

Who could imagine,

it’s so tall!

I love what I hate

I hate what I love.

Isn’t it strange,

isn’t it?

So black, so dark, so white such a shark

it is eating me

eating me

apart.

So vicious, so lovely, so deadly such a warm heart

it is eating me

eating me

apart.

I’m a crime; I’m a shame; I’m to blame, lovely.

lovely,

just lovely,

lovely.

I’m a crime; I’m a shame; I’m to blame, lovely.

You cannot describe me,

except it hurts so good.

So good.

Safe and sound, boundless and ageless

Locked up in a cage, shackled and ageless.

Nit-picky fury, is the lash someone else’s or your own?

Words with no meaning, no colour, no sound

Words in a bottle in the ocean in the hope of being found.

It’s just life, those things we say and do to survive

To manage

To Cry

It’s just life, the catastrophe, the identity, to survive

To Crave

To desire.

In consequence, how the story eventually ends

Long may the road be, savouring each detail along the edges.

Eager to please, you do as you prefer—as you wish.

Maddening is the cruelty, how a warrior should lack frailty

As if the Greek gods did not provide mistakes of their own.

It’s just life, those things we say and do to survive

To manage

To Cry

It’s just life, the catastrophe, the identity, to survive

To Crave

To desire.

It’s just life, those things we say and do to survive

To manage

To Cry

It’s just life, the catastrophe, the identity, to survive

To Crave

To desire.

You’ll manage though you’ll cry

You’ll crave love, you’ll desire.

Month: March 2019

So good.

Life