I lost heaven’s glance.
You stole merry’s smile.
I was simple and kind,
Feathers for heart,
Mother and father, single arts bind,
Spirit and thunder, changing laws ‘vide –
Now a wondering child disordered,
Seeking answers from yonder.
People with lies, heaven with shrouds –
The city is the truth, crowded with minds,
The disillusioned and the lights;
Thus I listen;
Indeed I might – Continue reading “Dusty Sky”
Photographs and painting outs;
Musics and writing downs;
All these arts that I am;
From the sounds of my heart;
To the views of my deepest dreams;
Beautiful that they are;
These I know.
Watch me do things weird;
As an artist, thinking different.
Consciously off the norm;
Making new things and things anew.
All these new creations;
I shall call them my own;
Proud as can be!
They were borne of my soul;
Each with a part of me.
Every lavender word;
Scratched off of my bones.
I let it be part of you;
As they are part of me.
Once upon a time when I lived,
When there was you, me and catastrophe,
When you sought my surrender,
When I kept rebel,
When you made home for catastrophe,
Booms, explosions, and bangs – Continue reading “You, me and Catastrophe”