I Stand still
Observing through the depths of the double sided mirror
Witnessing all tears of anguish and
Blissful smiles
Everyone stares right through my eyes
Never realizing
Im here
Reaching my arms out to the wonders
Their reflection paints.
......
I'm neither good nor bad, I am just simply - a goddess.
I am not to be defined by primitive words like that, my existance stands above, stands beyond verbal confinement.
My reason - is not to be understood, unaffected by complexity, I am beyond human understanding. I am just simply on another plane of existance, a different dimension, I AM - the fourth dimension.
So kneel - and bow to my divinity. Pray to the ground on which I choose to walk, and accept Me-
As your absolute.
No-hope Tuesdays have become my favourite
as i fall deeper into a sense of helplessness of a blissful kind
a dull,full moment of acceptance.
And many empty ones of grief.
the bar is falling lower everyday
spirits down swimming in the depths of the
depressions in the ocean floor of my soul
that's where my joy hides.
And love
but i haven't seen her in a while.
......
i can speak of the quiet stillness of mornings with you
or the beauty of you rising with dawn
perhaps evenings drawing you to my arms
or our restless nights in bed
but who am i to crudely summarize who you are
you are not experiences to me
or times that frame us together
you will never be just a theme in the eyes of a poet
......
I'm neither good nor bad, I am just simply - a goddess.
I am not to be defined by primitive words like that, my existance stands above, stands beyond verbal confinement.
My reason - is not to be understood, unaffected by complexity, I am beyond human understanding. I am just simply on another plane of existance, a different dimension, I AM - the fourth dimension.
So kneel - and bow to my divinity. Pray to the ground on which I choose to walk, and accept Me-
As your absolute.
i can speak of the quiet stillness of mornings with you
or the beauty of you rising with dawn
perhaps evenings drawing you to my arms
or our restless nights in bed
but who am i to crudely summarize who you are
you are not experiences to me
or times that frame us together
you will never be just a theme in the eyes of a poet
......
No-hope Tuesdays have become my favourite
as i fall deeper into a sense of helplessness of a blissful kind
a dull,full moment of acceptance.
And many empty ones of grief.
the bar is falling lower everyday
spirits down swimming in the depths of the
depressions in the ocean floor of my soul
that's where my joy hides.
And love
but i haven't seen her in a while.
......
I Stand still
Observing through the depths of the double sided mirror
Witnessing all tears of anguish and
Blissful smiles
Everyone stares right through my eyes
Never realizing
Im here
Reaching my arms out to the wonders
Their reflection paints.
......