Notes while mellow
Like fingers slowly trickling down ivory keys. Finger drop after finger slow between like pebbles in the stream. That of longest echoing gunshots. Sinew to bone, river of blood between. Young and innocent in thought not of sex and love and death but deeper then they knew the ocean goes. Bring all your shadows to light and face the stars, fight fight fright and floor. The lights stay on but nobody was home be it the whiskey or the beer. some tomorrows sorry and regret, right now its get it done before it comes back up. The last cigarettes taste like cardboard, a littledeath in a paper tube.
Like when you thought things were always good you get beat down or you drown. You may smile tomorrow and tomorrow you bleed from wounds to either face or heart.....what a wicked sound. The one that changes everything. Follow me? Comprehend to my mind set or are you more. Show me the spark, that click in the meat of my memory muscle. A good weight lift could be insight or a memory of wonder. I see what seeking enlightenment is.
You follow or is it too much.
It can never be too little as every progress needs a check for it's time to blossom and come to light. Do we stay and mentor those behind or push ever deeper in today's unknown and tomorrow's understanding. Read the room a hemorrhage from the mouth the matters of my mind. Help me see and walk with me there needs not be one sunbeam in your life. Where Like you live in a movie and have seen these frames through someone else's eyes. Some one else's eyes? Maybe not this time but in some other life. Brief flashes of yesterday just a few years further back. Watching them dance if I could ever find love like that. Be brave live how you want to live. Show me the dont give a single thought not one fuck? Didn't even hear your way forward. So deep that everything behind doesn't matter, standing naked and unashamed as it doesnt really matter we are just brief blinks in time.
shadows to become. Ideas to lose.
Understand it or not my love eternal to the one who eats my soul. In a tongue long dead where in time only we remember. It will in time be lost but we had that. That is what we shall one day seek. Here is the fossil. Loss of chosen memory. Name that sea continent or cursive
Elegance lost but in age we shine like gods of two centuries to come long in deed in art, stone , song and poem and lost to ages.
