Feign.A visual facadeBeauty a charade as the feelings become betrayed.An external stimulitransmuted to an internal response.Authentic and genuinea mere fabric of the disguise.The longing...The lusta masqueradea playfor showa gameHearts get lost.
Buried BeatThe emotions I seekdeep below, out of . . .r e a c h. . .At times it seems safe that way,no one knows,no one speaks.Of the pain in the shadowsan IMPULSE,something sparks,something weak,something . . .b e a t s. . .A long forgotten charma play on melodya song, a sigha familiar chord...an echo,A longing, a piercing so deep,Coming closer,the soul (heart) ache of the tragicsoaring to its PEAK.
TorpidCannot fix what is already broken,tried and true,thoughts unspoken...Feelings, love tortured, distorted to conflictionfeed off the addictions,Consumed and unrelenting,comfort entombed...Tell me, what is right?Tell me, what is real?I can'tI can'tI can't fight,BUT can I FEEL?
At Odds.I suppose there is something of my polar opposite tucked away in me.Critically analyzing tearing away the very essence,shearing away layer by layer...To compare to this and that,to dismiss, to outwit, to outcast...The divine light and gift,the glory of my own.Within us all not to be hidden, but to be shown.
Window of the SoulLove expanding,with each passing day,into the womb of nighthearts beginning to grow, taking flight...Travelling to distant galaxiesdancing amongst the stars,Free to roam...Away from home,No limitations...Only the yearnings of the heart,encircled with the warmth,of sun kissed vibrations....Tuned to the frequency,a call of urgency....to reunite.An obscure melodic tone,that only we know....Guiding us into oblivion,passing along the way....Shooting stars.Abstract depths and dimensionscolors blended and arranged,in perfect delicate harmony....A force of its ownpure pulse of life,Connections of the soul.
WithinA waking dream shrouded in colours and feelingsReleased of the body, impressions of the soul...Infused with light transformed into living colour,holding onto the love awaiting to be discovered.Just, to let it flow...allowing ourselves the first breath of life.The only map is one of blind faith,follow the directions it is through the heart to the sun...A few unexpected detours along the way.I will help you find my heart, it is in your hands, as yours is in mine.A piece of each other, within one another, until the end of time...As we pronounce our feelings to each other,the purity of expression...here is the eternal confession...Could this be heaven to you and me?If so, we would feel it as we created it, so yes, if we choose it to be.
Dream of ReasonStill as night thoughts drift up towards the velvety blue diamond sprinkled skiesFleeting into the galaxies of oblivion...restlessly searching behind closed eyes.The luminous window perched wide open...awaiting to be searched and released by the unspoken.Here within this realm, filled with rainbow prism possibilitieslay awaiting for all that are willing to see.Soaring to the highest peaks...defying gravity...Submerging down to the lowest depths of uncharted seas.Hidden in rhymes and riddles.Casted in shadows of symbols.Inhaling the breath of WISDOM.Still as night thoughts drift up towards the velvety blue diamond sprinkled skiesSifting through filtered realities, the ability to love all in which we see.No more tears to cry...survived the ever changing seasons...Conceived in this moment the dream of reason.
Soul DeepThe internal dialogue inside my headsounding off like a springboard--waves transmitted.Inspiration, thoughts, and words...floating...No letters to form words...no words to form sentences...Breaking down to feelings...Soul Deep.Betrayed by thoughts.Feelings surrendering to concrete brick words.Building upon an architectural design within the neurotransmitters of the mind.Bricks like chains are meant to be broken, the words become the unspoken.Breaking down to feelings...Soul Deep.Jump in take a dive...Emotional realm, just an ache for the chambers of the heart to take.Pumping hot molten manifestation overtaken by the cool breeze sensation.Simple childhood faces, music within their laughing graces...Back to the basics.Breaking down to feeling...SOUL DEEP.
Between Heaven and HellEveryone has a story to tellThe time and place the falls from grace.We all walk at our own paceforever attempting to win the illusionary race.So I took the time, to sit and rewind....granted pause to the cause, reflections of the mind.Years upon years slowly drifted on by...Journeys left behind slumbering alongside the road of unknown,collecting dirt and debris, anxiously awaiting to be set free, but could not flee...no one to save me and turn the key.Everything has a time and a place within the enchanted space.A story to tell of heaven and hell...Realise this upon states of bliss,In the beginning we all fell--in the end we all shall fall.Can no longer ignore the ancient call.