Iridescence

I wish I were an artist. I would like to vividly catch all my dreams in the palm of my hand and smear them onto paper. I think when I get to heaven, if God asks me which aspect of creation was my favorite, I will answer "color". I admire red because it requires completion. You can never leave something red left uncolored. Black is a perfectly loathsome pigmentation that encompasses all colors into one dark soulful ink. Quite the contrary is white. In all it's imminence alabaster manifests itself onto an unblemished surface. Then there is green. A hue created with such disguise, when used with care can create an illusion of happiness. Blue takes on a new meaning when speaking of the heavens. Purple recreates an image of lustrous radiance. Whether rich or light it always embodies fullness. Yellow allows for sincerity and contentment. Orange requires work and dedication in the simplest form. All other colors are just waiting to be defined. They fit in the middle of the road where paints are mixed and ambiguity takes precedence.

My Tears

Sometimes when I can't sleep I cry
My tears put babies to shame
I weep for the broken-hearted, the poor, the let down,
I weep for my own broken-heart
Controlling them is no longer an option
They roll down my face as a ball rolls down a hill
never stopping until it hits the bottom
Without notice the pillowcase becomes a basin slowing absorbing
each droplet into the air again.
Isn't that where the tears come from anyways?
The air?
It surrounds you
chokes you until eventually can't hold it in any longer
Then the flow begins

Here

Here. right here. released. into thin air. into what I thought would be safe. but for now i float. aimless. airless. as if gravity never had a name to begin with. it's cold. dark. i wait for you to tell me where to go. to tell me my mind isn't playing tricks. you lie. you dance on my shoulder and leave marks on my skin. scars. indents that never pop up. they are impossible to rid. i try. to erase them. to expunge. to eradicate. still you sit there. making yourself comfortable, smiling serenely. I look the other way. my head moves back to the malign sound as if i am forced to turn back. i look into the cave. at crepuscular. under the Cimmerian shade. i take a step. into a puddle. into a lake. into an ocean where my feet cannot touch the ground. I'm drowning. asphyxiated.inundated. immersed.

because Karin and Linford can do it better than I ever could

Changes come
Turn my world around... I have my father's hand,
I have my mother's tongue,
I look for redemption in everyone. I wanna wear your ring
I have a song to sing
It ain't over babe
In fact it's just begun.

Changes come
Turn my world around
Changes come
Bring the whole thing down. I wanna have our baby
Somedays I think that maybe
This ol' world's too fucked up
For any firstborn son. There is all this untouched beauty
The light the dark both running through me,
Is there still redemption for anyone? Jesus come,
Turn the world around
Lay my burden down
Turn this world around
Bring the whole thing down
Bring it down