green, orange and purple are all in agreement
that black and white are synonyms
destroying each other’s silence
the conflict arises
first - total - final
when one of the three supposes
it is them solely who create both colours:
they rely on each other to confirm their definite,
......
Instant thoughts of regret
Conquer the maze of deceitful pride
Loss and gain, things I repent
A lonely soul left aside
A bottle of hot water to keep me warm-
In the cold of lonely nights
Songs of melancholy in the background
Reminiscing from freaky heights
......
I awoke to my own corpse
And flowers my lover brought.
The war was fought
And not fought enough.
We had died dutifully
And followed orders perfectly.
The war was understood
But not understood enough.
......
Of time 'twas told that seasons be;
A time for all activity.
An hour for birth, an hour to die.
To laugh and play, an hour to cry.
An hour to kill, an hour to heal;
An hour to tear, an hour to seal.
An hour to wail, an hour to dance...
......
It was a late springtime day, and the bluebirds all were singing,
Outside the classroom window, while the bells all were ringing.
I had a lucky window seat, which afforded quite amazing views,
Of lovely natural colorings, the greens pinks oranges and blues.
I had a curious eager mind, and an endless thirst for knowledge,
Like the sudden thirst for moonlight, when the skies turn orange!
Yet when the professor began to talk, my attention it wandered,
......
an angel is reborn
without wings or horn
an angel is reborn.
a perfect child
with no memory of dawn
with no knowledge at all.
the most piercing stare
is a vacant stare.
emptiness is full
and relies on its own air.
these words are too much
and so they are not enough.
mouths cannot speak truth
......
green, orange and purple are all in agreement
that black and white are synonyms
destroying each other’s silence
the conflict arises
first - total - final
when one of the three supposes
it is them solely who create both colours:
they rely on each other to confirm their definite,
......
I awoke to my own corpse
And flowers my lover brought.
The war was fought
And not fought enough.
We had died dutifully
And followed orders perfectly.
The war was understood
But not understood enough.
......
Eternity, which undenied to us, must remain
In all's mortality; all, we, must lay fast asleep
When it will call, or death, out-door, will peep-
We must not deny, as each we did disdain.
Glory- - as a recumbent's hope is far away
Or, 'betwixt death and life former is sooner
We are blind, as if, upon movement dogs stray
We become sordid, unwanted, to give a drop water
To forth lives, which are utterly not ours' own.
We must not find a boon, we'll entirely lose
......