graceful with no sound
snow falls, red roses turned white
above, headstone nods
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graceful with no sound
snow falls, red roses turned white
above, headstone nods
above, headstone nods
below, the ground hungers more
with no food tonight
with no food tonight
hunger watching over sleep
stars above still spin
stars above still spin
in their rotation around
our lives through the night
our lives through the night
lit by a thin halo of
white mist, dew and tears
white mist, dew and tears
drench us in the new morning
when hope is revealed
When hope is revealed,
Escape a cursed prison cell.
To show her the stars.
to show her the stars
Ngonde, the Moon, wakes and
shakes his spangled cloak
shakes his spangled cloak
he wakes centuries old dust
from where I once lay
From where I once lay,
the impression shows perfect,
revealing my form
revealing my form
backlit by the setting sun
the dress undresses
the dress undresses
making imaginations
unnecessary!
unnecessary
beauty that hides bitter pain
blood on pristine snow
Blood on pristine snow
flesh adheres not to metal
the mercury falls
the mercury falls
ragged breath congeals in fog
footfalls crunch through snow
footfalls crunch through snow
landscapes merging skyscenes with
quiet peaceful mind
Quiet peaceful mind
shatters with the illusion
reflected in glass
Reflected in glass
the image copies them all
but only reversed
but only reversed
except one troubling truth
pounding through the sky
pounding through the sky
snow bears crunching clouds make flakes
fall like parachutes
fall like parachutes
tangled cords, broken harness
can you catch me still
can you catch me still
humming bird too quick to see
are you really there?
are you really there?
or are you the creative
product of my mind?
product of my mind?
like the many Gods of man
that man created
that man created
the child his fruit ripened
into latent death
into latent death
each will go without slight hope
that do not know God...
That do not know God,
Nothing much else to do now.
Lost eternity.
Lost eternity -
a stone dropped in calm waters
ripples the surface
Lost eternity
That dream of endless boredom:
Clap-happy heaven
clap happy heaven
where venereal disease
is a frame of mind
Is a frame of mind
something which defines us or
something we define?
Is a frame of mind
just another term for skull?
And what's a brain box?
And what's a brain box?
so many questions,
so little time....
And what's a brain box?
Something evasive and sly
Or just a headcase?
twice in a row lol
twice in a row lol
intriguing dimensions of probability
the solution eludes me
the solution eludes me
lol, be it a one or three?
The sloth counts its toes.
The sloth counts its toes.
they smell like death.
yet the question remains
the question remains
inside, seeking synthesis,
with any answer.
with any answer.
the human spirit endures.
form has no meaning