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A Fraction of Vision
The Obverse
Scenes seemingly meaningless cascade clearly.
Obverse understanding, ateempts to mend, acts of yearlings.
Stingingly obvious objections to obligations.
Muddled and huddled in the lose of translations.
Pissed and poured.
Tongues that cut with each and every word.
Sharp as a Katana sword.
Topple tingling towers of January showers.
Jest at the actions of cowards.
In the corner, in the corner,
cry your tears, can't communicate like a foreigner.
Trapped in your mask like tar
Trapped like a spider in a mason jar.
Creep and crawl as far as you can
Slither, searching for solace, and it will never end.
Scenes seemingly meaningless cascade clearly.
Obverse understanding, ateempts to mend, acts of yearlings.
Stingingly obvious objections to obligations.
Muddled and huddled in the lose of translations.
Pissed and poured.
Tongues that cut with each and every word.
Sharp as a Katana sword.
Topple tingling towers of January showers.
Jest at the actions of cowards.
In the corner, in the corner,
cry your tears, can't communicate like a foreigner.
Trapped in your mask like tar
Trapped like a spider in a mason jar.
Creep and crawl as far as you can
Slither, searching for solace, and it will never end.
-Excerpt from Subconscious Still Frames
Rain Dancer
True to oneself is a struggle every day
Everyone else's agendas stand in your way
Mistakes muck up even the clearest of glass
Burn bright in hindsight, it leaves ash
Stench - like vapors from gas
Speeds to great to pass
Wiped to lesions - prone to out lash
One for none is too many's war call
Hold loved ones close to prevent a fall
Despite the effort the hurt remains
Sticks and stones, broken bones, and stinging names
Dance like a devil in and out of flames
Demons prance and stride from out and inside
Top hats and canes- its' all the same
Love alone tames and lays my aches lame.
No sign of sighs of eased agony
Try to hide the hurt inside - Concrete masks a heart that seized
Stupidities longevity dots the i's and crosses the t's
Every man seeks a dancer who stops the rain
Sprinting in sand for another who kisses away the pain
- Excerpt from Subconscious Still Frames
True to oneself is a struggle every day
Everyone else's agendas stand in your way
Mistakes muck up even the clearest of glass
Burn bright in hindsight, it leaves ash
Stench - like vapors from gas
Speeds to great to pass
Wiped to lesions - prone to out lash
One for none is too many's war call
Hold loved ones close to prevent a fall
Despite the effort the hurt remains
Sticks and stones, broken bones, and stinging names
Dance like a devil in and out of flames
Demons prance and stride from out and inside
Top hats and canes- its' all the same
Love alone tames and lays my aches lame.
No sign of sighs of eased agony
Try to hide the hurt inside - Concrete masks a heart that seized
Stupidities longevity dots the i's and crosses the t's
Every man seeks a dancer who stops the rain
Sprinting in sand for another who kisses away the pain
- Excerpt from Subconscious Still Frames
