Religion’s been hijacked.
But some people will nick anything if it’s not nailed down.
Sound is light, light is sound.
So, does the sun stuff notes with Helium and let them go?
Lord let them soar; they’re too fly not to fly.
God never whispers.
Time spent is time saved
We make memories that way.
If the autumn rains came early this year would we fade away?
Would our selves drain into the soil?
Or would our stamina save us?
I know now that there is an ever swirling centre of everything. And in that everything l shall become nothing and begin again as the cycle keeps on spinning. I am made dizzy by the dreams l try to hold within. Made mad by the thoughts of what l did to make come true what never was. Blindly l walk through the land of the one eyed king. Fumbling with burnt fingers for the path that leads back to the beginning. I know now that there is an ever swirling centre of everything.
A glorious winter is about to descend upon my world,
And bleakness shall be the blanket to make the winter warmth linger.
In the numbness my mind will clear,
As you melt away.
Hey all. Wrote these for the NeoArtists, where I am currently working as Writer in Residence. Check out my blog for more of my thoughts and work.