(2012)
#Beauty #Dream #Fields #GlowKings
Don’t be ashamed my young love, There is some good in the worst of… And some bad in the best of us, So don’t make no drama, no big fus… We are humans sharing this fair la…
In a room full of mirrors, Which one is real? Thunder pounds in the distance, Oh that I can feel, The brazen weight of the future,
Green fields and vast valleys, Pockets of white and sand on a bea… Purple studded clouds, as a King… This is the place I wish to be, Before the storm and in sunlight,
What is this Blue light I see? It came from nowhere, And clouds my vision eternally, There is a line, Then a division,
Don’t look at me, Don’t even say a word, Nothing can be heard, in these hal… Nothing can be spoken in this oper… The lights just hang and the music…
Dancing upon the lands, Before the coming of sundown’s, Effervescent glow, Were crystals of snow, That held questions,
Fantastical colors dance through m… Perhaps they will until the end of… Poetry is for the watchers with no… To express what they cannot see, h… Poetry is for the tree that wither…
Cast away your spotless shadow cast away your broken woe, to where the broken-hearted lie as sun shines in the sky, Cast them away,
Well I got my purple shoes on, And a tie that matches, I’m headed to the party, And I’m a-wondering if you’ll eve… But where oh where can my baby be?
Through the nights, One voice takes its toll, It shatters the mosaic wonder, While the one with questions is to… Asunder,
Majestical journey, About to be begun, And I in my cap, Facing the yellow sun, Smile upon my tired face,
The dead flower girls dance, They came to me in a trance, Of faded yellow golden skins, That did not hide what lay within, And the steeple bathed in sunlight…
When everything you run from just… And when everything you fear just… When all the ones you step on end… Oh I’d hate to be you on that lon… When all the words you speak go si…
She’s got such a good heart It just lies broken in the rain For I left her when winter came And we met equally in between During the summer of '14
Sometimes I think I lost it, That my writing’s ain’t no good, Sometimes I think I’ve lost what… That like Olympian runners I blow… But oh well, it cannot be helped,