creatures of creation,
creating mere complexity,
comedies, my eccentricity,
my self humiliation,
feelings that have inadvertently,
clawed their way,
my angry chest,
my migraine self,
my night you left
cerebral after task,
infringing imaginary thought disposal, deception, conception, misdiagnosed unfortunate, contravening, contraceptive, contraindication,
fuel sorry indignation,
the horrid, foul sensation
my night you left,
my creatures of creation
Naturally intelligence alleviates the need be clever. That is a contradiction. If you were clever enough to notice you may not be too intelligent.
Naturally intelligence alleviates the need be clever. That is a contradiction. If you were clever enough to notice you may not be too intelligent.
The sugary stars in your eyes will be replaced by a threatening yesterday
A yesterday so sweet and beautiful you can hardly imagine better
Torturing thoughts of never being able to experience that yesterday again
And now it seems that things can only get worse and worse
There will be better days if you allow them
After forever and at the end of eternity
Deep in the sky and laying face up in a shallow grave
Staring up at beautiful tomorrows
A tomorrow awaits I know it I can taste it I can breathe it
A tomorrow filled with joy filled with happiness and laughter
An amazing sun warmed tomorrow filled with you
A tomorrow soaked in euphoric bliss
And when that tomorrow ends and all we have is the yesterday behind
And we are encompassed in that cold lonely gloom again’
Then after forever and at the end of eternity
I’m almost positive that we’ll meet again
And when the puddles of yesterday begin to dry
And the sun shyly peers over the discouraged clouds
A brand new forever and another eternity will begin
With us in each other’s arms until the end.
Darkened glass
Happiness and confidence
By the mouthful
Cold bubbly music
Composing trails through
Darkened sadness red
Pumping through strong
Happy connected wires
Processing thoughts
Of happy days
And as we lay powerless, distraught
Amongst the pools of chaotic
Ordered and organized
Chaotic unbalance
We can hope and pray and wish
And desperately ponder
A better tomorrow
Without course of action
So without cause or reason
We stupidly hope
Such a tomorrow
Will glide into our
Undeserving laps
WIN?
NEVER!
