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| i am so many elements and raging fires
singing passion with the wild of skies and oceans already lost to anything but stars. i bear the ever-spark of one who knows me as i am in heart, in soul, way beyond the paltry limits of a skin-thin pretty thing, dressed to please and entertain illusions that have always cost me hope and blood, hurt my deep and then rebounded threefold as another journey to reclaim my stars. |
| i hear the colours of your secret thoughts but
these days try to leave them there with you; pain is not always wiseguide but a servant loyal to soul�s cause and the stars know what to do. i think and feel too much and own it all in tears and prayers, urgent emails to my god that often miss the point, that sometimes we must solo fly. |
| i have cradled lies like babes, fooled myself
that they were not as dark as they screamed, that i was not as sick and dark as they seemed, because i needed love and any brand would do, calling it my latest mission, just another way of giving cosmic service until my offerings of breath and flesh could never be enough. |
| *bless you Brendan, for the inspiration |