September 25, 2010

i think of you, and in full blown technicolor.

i heard the word from deep inside me,
clear like a light in the sky.
and it says,
"quit blowing each other up."
and it continues to tell me,
"you stop first."

hello,
i am trying to focus,
but my eyes deceive me,
as i am witnessing this beauty dances in front of me.

you're a voicing crystaline clear,
and i want you bad.
a scene set to singe innocence.
up heave,
unhinge,
and pit against like all poems should be written in a book.

- he says.