Transmission overload; Can’t seem to figure out my mind. I’m feeling home alone in time, Too late to find a bride.
I have slept a thousand years; No princesses kiss to change my heart and wake me up. I have shed a thousand tears; I filled the room with my philosophical water-ducts.
I swam like a duck into the sky, Living for all that is ahead. Communication; translate lies to truth, Misinterpret every word I have said. Here, take my dictionary. It’s all made up with empathy. I wrote love on every page, To say the word I never get to say.
I took another look at all the mistakes I have made, But they are carved in stone. No memory I can erase. Pick up another love, I’ll never write your name into my book. You will be a forgotten one; or you will be the only one…trust.
Open heart did for me; I let me feelings float away. I write it down for you to see And then I make sure you always look away.
You want an honest man; The truth would tear your hope apart. Inside my life, There is only space for one heart. Fill our heart with endless wonder.
A study of soul continues; hold back the animal, discovering yourself in blind light. Awaken the hungry child of autumn and give him the dreams of strawberries to eat, time would drink his tears sans lips. A second death of
Modernity. Technology. Racing head long helter-skelter into the future. Like a runaway train speeding out of control. Historic societal norms breaking apart. What to think, what to believe losing resonance. Explosion of information barraging our senses. Overload. Current institutions clueless
I have again become empty by undoing a disturbing thought. Unsexing the sputtering stillness of a Robin. Tender bruises on the pink heart. A bird was flying away. Little tears come down from the swollen river in spate. Pain lingers