Black and white butterfly's Pasted to the cold glass windowpane Against the grainy image of clouds But to the butterfly's they are forever sailing the windless world Forever following eachother in such Sweet refrain silent and numb
Black and white butterfly's Pasted to the glass wilderness The urge to give their lives color The desire to be more than born to be To see the better world Greener pastures To be the apple of some young girls eye To be the happier dream
Brief moment When head above water The thoughts are clearer The feelings less fractured Swimming the last mile filled With sunshine breathing Feels so free After the nail to the head laughter box Creature image hollow pool Where we have run out of water While i'm still trying to swim upstream Beat the butterfly's home While i'm still Silent and numb
So silent, peacefully snow falls again Through afternoon and all throughout the night; Snow turns to sleet and pelting freezing rain As morning breaks to pastel sunrise bright. White glazing on each branch of leafless trees And Jack Frost etched each window with his skill; Nipt our world with a sudden icy freeze, Delighting young and old with Winter still. But though this scenery engulfs a while, Provoking childish antics blissfully; Soon snowmen melt, which vanishes a smile And frostbit flowers bloom with greatest glee. When once again sweet warblers start to sing, Announcing to the world rebirth of Spring.
We stab each other with vicious words that we silently take back... I shove you across the floor and tell you that I hate you even though the only thing I want to say is that I love you...
I tell the whole word that you are a joke and a damn looser... but inside you are my knight in shining amour. The one that I would run to when I am in need. Truth is I am tired of this silent war of pretense... I love you and I need you...
The letters I never sent still sit and collect dust. An novels worth of thoughts filled with you. The time taken, conveying something not so easily read aloud. If by the time I do send these letters your thought will still be present. Sealed with the accordance that I imagined your lips before licking and sealing it shut. Of course not every letter is of a serious tone. There has to be some silliness somewhere. Smiles scribbled to and from the end of the flap. Letters nicely tucked, a hint of cologne still lingering about. Words floating from one page to the next. Hoping you see my face in every line in the letters I never sent. Simplifying the significance of how much I thought of you. Facing a blank sheet of paper soon to be filled. Attempting a million and one ways to confess all the unique and special Things that make you, well. You. No one is you. Remember that, as by the end of this letter I'll imagine placing my lips against your forehead. That's enough for me. As the letters I've never sent will soon become a novel devoted to the many times I've sat and thought of you
As silent as the night is. Great evil, lies inside it. As many souls are silent. Few decide to harm them. Friends of the night Enemies to the silent. As the silent lies down helpless And looks breathless. Who will guard them. There is power for the powerless Protection for the harmless. There is great evil under the night And God is for us all.
I crave quiet more than palest sinners Do their peace of absolution and lift Toward tolerable circumstance wherein Green fields flowing beneath warm winds Play a simple, serene music.
I pray in the gray throng's heralding din This drowning siren die away and leave Faint thhought to famish, feign, or forge beyond Splitting bone and aching sight in face of Plain, revolving day's hissing tread of night.
I lay subtle or naked by degree. The myth of common speech harbors the vague Extremity, solidly-stateed airs, Whims of purchase, the purchases of whim, All paid with the natio0n's prismatic mirror.
Then say this man, a spawn of time, should feel Abrupt and free? Even to imagine Will-tuned guitars flourishing and dancers Sweeping across a mosaic of red tile Inlaid upon the wrecked and shattered ground?
