Dervish In The Sky
A little boy cries
Under my sanitarium window
"Someone took that madman's sunflowers
And sent them spinning
ErsatzishSwamps form under
Your stretching shadow
Tidepools inside the
Reflected lights where
You shine through
I am not glass
But a mirrored river
I, however cumbersome,
I seep into those
Dreadful, awful lines
My misplaced silence
Over the years
Turns on every sound
In the universe
I'm a somnabulist from the older tombs.
Princess Grade SchoolWhen someone's met in a new light,
Light is not always your friend.
Yes indeed, sometimes darkness
Can be your most intimate companions.
Sometimes those silly emo kids in high school were right.
Sometimes those peppy activist kids knew what they were saying, huh?
Maybe everyone does make it their way of life.
You know, tearing down the world chunk by chunk and stuff.
A couple of Lotharios can take those hearts by cruel tempest
Once they take their leave...
The cloud cover will gladly stay
Until your thoughts blow them away
Or perhaps until you bring them down to the ground
Where you can't see anyone
And no one will see you either.
But you. Are my black and white.
All that's normal and logical.
When I look to you,...
I discover all the good things
I thought the world would forever lack.
Lights FadeSashay on the clouds with anyone who mattered
whilst scurrying across these feet
glowing feelers to brush across the ground
reaching to touch whatever's left of above.
The neverending conversations
between the pot and the kettle
when tea was meant to SOOTHE
and soup was made to enjoy with others.
And where do I take it from there?
When do the rhymes leak from the crowd-pleaser's face?
How do animals turn the whip upon themselves
instead of baring teeth and pawing at the ground
depending on everyone else's quills, venoms, toxins
to save them?
If you believe I am daft to fear and look to a God,
let me see the logic drained from your pockets.
Reveal to me what makes other beings,
makes the world, makes me a dependable object.
Everyone's definition of everyone is
an anthology of opinion. I'm JUST SAYING.
If humanity is so starved of logic and loss of sight...
how come I'm the one called crazy and blind?
How come believeing in what you can't see is such an illogical application from me?