The painter and the painting.

Grim and deceitful, put paint all across her,
She stood with a palette and a line drawn to cross her.
A hint of crimson, in the shivers, of the pallid faces.
Pale and yet, so dislocated tons of bricks and aces.


Glided down the hall of saints, where death is merely humor.
She may have stood in that paint, if she wondered sooner.
Only looking only waiting for the changing time.
Sadly, she doesn't know, she's in the painters mind.


I'm not even in the picture, just across the side.
Whisper to me of the window and the shadow skies.
Rush of blood like cocaine flows, 
Receiving all your happy jolts. 


I missed a spot, or did I not?
Freeing myself, with little thought. 
And she painted with all her might,
The canvas gave way, with little fight. 

Pictures in the sky?

Select all, delete all, edit all and complete all.
Secretly I wished to see, secretly I wish to call. 
All the cutting and the slashing, of the fleshy soul,
Burn down to feel the heat, in the gaping hole. 


A flicker of hair in the dream shook me vigorously,
The shape of my lungs in the clouds, held me seriously.
Waiting, twice upon a time, on the patterned shoulder.
Its human nature, to kill the secret and push through pointless boulders.


Looking down upon myself, without a valid reason,
Ticking of the clock, has shown a valid treason.
It isn't where you may think,
A lifetime in a sket and wink.


Disheartened and forged by the meanings of standing,
Not looking, but seeking to fit the standings. 
Over ruled by your thoughts, and not much interference,
You multiply and intensify my way with circumference.


One thought across the globe, put through a wire,
I helped you televise the biggest fashion fire. 
Colors, the seven bands, which an eye can't see,
To such a limited existence, experiment LSD. 

Instant separation

Below the window of the willow, in the deserts roam. 
The seeker of the intricate, the mellow, tired souls.
Wasting out all the time, and the random lies.
You  could sit in your car and still learn how to fly.


Everyone is talking to you, even if you won't.
No one cares about the meaning, were you also told? 
Spiritualistic pluralistic, watch me end on one.
A little scratch to the elbow, Franky picked a Gun. 


Watching all the complications spiral on themselves,
Only watching what I knew, stupid human cells.
Converting my brain sent signal, to the point of A.
Your receptor with yellow current, will hit it as I sway.


Separated by a tremor in the timeless zone, 
Rapid heartbeat, chemical reactions, and the strangled bones. 
Still as timeless, still as confused, waiting what to do,
The light at the end of the tunnel, might just be you.


Pulling out my wisdom tooth, from around my ankle,
It seems stuck and cutting through, at a stupid angle. 
Planting all that's vague inside you, lets me save a meal,
Everything is and isn't is the world's ideal.

One last one.

Two faces, one melting , one standing, one lying.
Two circles drove around them, with an orange haze inside.
Two dancers with a lisp, wiping off the floor.
Two birds with no cancer an eye witness for a whore. 


The little me, is scared to be what I see in me.
The little me, will never be, what I will see in me.
The little me, as always has, been way too scared of fate.
The little me, inside my chest, has a way of getting too late. 


Affix, ally, equate and fasten.
Two lovers will accept their actions.
Adjacent and parallel connection.
Debility causes thoughtful sedation. 


Awfully wild, frantic and fused.
Silly child, hyper and bemused.
Warm hands, true soul, thoughts subdued.
Easily figured, yet leaves you confused. 

Variables and differences.

His feet are cold, The conscious folds.
Curtains sway, minds are gay.
You can't talk sleep off, or walk the dreamy haze.
Make a difference in the shadows and your silly ways.


Motionless, emotionless, under the summer breeze.
The winter was just the same, the same old shaky knees.
Waning and wizened, like olden times of snow.
Mature and young, ending of summer glow. 


Fidelity and the gruesome acts of pain and sorted seams.
Let me see through the scars, the rot of what you bleed.
And I will fix it with a quiver and a gentle touch.
Or watch you die under my feet, with not a silly nudge.


A comma, as you believe, is all I've become.
I just put a pause in you, and let your thoughts succumb.
Prominent and permanent, with imprints in your eyes.
Wondering if its still me, save the bigger lies. 


Differ your thoughts from me and watch the difference flow.
Work on it to end up, back in the days of snow. 
After years of a returning phase, as a child I wouldn't dream.
Of leaping back, where I began. I start to cut the seams.  

A limit to infinity.

You feel like hate? I told you its making me irate. 
Needles punched to ease the pain.
Prick my soul, you took the train.
Still it bothers you to notice, how I changed your ways of focus. 
If this isn't what you wanted, strip me down, leave me haunted. 
I have put myself to ease, to notice worlds and minds deceased. 
Random of our own belief, you took it all to be at peace? 
I had, it all laid down. On a piece of paper, and a dizzy crown. All for your head, none for me.
It will suite you, I'm afraid, indeed. 
Delirious offer to the sweat, finding myself with an open threat.


Six hundred years shouldn't be so long, the songs of the Samurai don't teach us wrong. 
Witness myself be one of these, some people say the same about dreams? 
If its all still and you don't move, I will captivate you in a sudden groove.
I wouldn't have taken such a chance, while you fell deeper in a trance. 
Heated by the wisdom keys, argue 'til my heart will seize.


Asphyxia and a lack of blood, oxygen causes a massive flood. 
To bring the senses up to me, watch me tumble in between.
A mist of dust called reality and hazily felt mentality.  
Watch me writhe between the two, you with me and about a few.
Thoughts, but none to use for love, I wish it fits me, forget the gloves.
Your tranquil thoughts and innocence, wishful of your providence.

Forgetful.

I tried to hide, I tried to seek. All the freedom I'd destroy. My head feels heavy and my eyes are red, may be its time for me to rest. When you speak, I do not move. For your sake, I couldn't prove. A flamingo fell from the sky, I saw reason in its eye. And then i didn't say a word. For i felt, things absurd. The dearth of all your hopes and dreams, makes me want to switch the stream. I wish to swim and pass you by, with the redness in my eyes. I spoke two words and knew the lines. My lips couldn't move, my eyes won't shine. Pictures in my head move by, orange filtres bluest sky.

And so my ego grew big and strong, while you stood pale, and always wrong. "I'm all you have", you said to me. Slowly, I began to see. How your words just lingered by, I'm strong, I never wish to lie. I feel warm and sick to look, is that the coat? The one you took? We wandered all the spring to find. In the end, you stood and cried. The salt of tears began to spray, across the glistened shiny bay. A catterpillar began to crawl, my hand is big, just take the fall. And then it turned into a butterfly, and said to me, "Be satisfied".

I learn too fast, I act too slow. Ginger fish, the mountain glows. I wait for you to say goodbye, then I sit and wonder why. Why you walked away from this, I'm still stuck here, Oh, Ginger fish. You don't feel, what i do now. You're lost in happiness, you don't know how. How I won't be done with this. I need help, my Ginger fish. When i talk, you do not listen. Its the silence, not the words thats missing. No one ever listens to me, I'm done with sympathy. Alone i sit, I'm satisfied. Ginger fish, don't say goodbye.