They say time is relative and even the smallest element could impact the brain of an elephant. The moment when you light up a cigarette while holding a glass of whisky on the rocks, and decide to raise the bar for where ever you go and ever will be you will hear the clocks. Our presence is here and now, but even than we feel the future somehow. So, what is time if we even don’t know where we kiss. Is that even something that we will miss? And, did you ever have that feeling when time stopped; even just for a second? “there is no heaven, my dear peasant. That is what I reckon while holding a weapon”. And that is when my jaw just dropped. We are more likely to be confused about the things that we believe than about the things we grieve. We don’t just use art to verbalize our reality nor our real truth, but we also use it to expose our youth. so don’t let time be irrelevant. do you remember that elephant?
In my mind counting down. 10, Asking myself; “Am I alright?”
No lost battles at night. 9… The “truth”
Takes my soul away from daylight, 8… I shoot myself while
Running towards my own symphony at 7 from eyesight.
Obey my command; “for I’m almost halfway”. 6… killing my
Very existence. 5… For I am losing this fight!
“Erudite”, this is what keeps me standing for my right, 4
Rules is what I need for us to reunite. 3…
Take me away and let me shine bright. 2… 1
The death talking and breath taken away. “Home” that’s where she has left none helpless. “Hope” that’s what she has given to all! Because; her “smile”, the weapon, is breathless! To hide and to seek. “Hiding” all pleasures away from her highest peak. Streaming off the cliff into the ocean. for she shall not turn her cheek.
Slowly flowing into the sky.
Slowly rising into the midnight eye.
Slowly reaching full moon cry.
For I have spoken with the tip of my tongue, to describe nor to describe the beauty; “you had me at your goodbye’. There was no crack in my wing to overpower the strength of mother’s lullaby, but therefor she shall rise and fly as high as a butterfly. Specify or testify? loose the mind into the evil’s eye. nor shall thou; “as strong as Medea the goddess of love was”, simplify!
As timorous we are we couldn’t previse our ending future.It is in our nature to raise our hopes in the air. By asking for the who’s, the when’s and the where’s we shall find our love affair. They say “don’t poke the bear”, or thou shall fall down in million pair. So be aware my dear human being. Because you are the one to been keen. Though you prepare what you can repair.
As for the starry nights we will be walking down the dreamy welkin…. And as likely we are we will be wearing our bridge coat. For I try to quote Poe himself I lose my thoughts into his words of the blue note. “From the Hell of the planetary souls?” and ought he touch my bloody throat. He sketches little anecdote as he sails down the river on his rowing boat.
We happen to be talking about the when’s, the where’s and the why’s. But in reality we never just appreciate the things around us, as we are the spirit of the skies. So, every now and then we just have a leap of faith and let time catch us. For we all consider our future treasonous. The all unknowing mighty power is ticking his last seconds of the hour. And as bright he could be using his manpower he will be deflowered. So let her grow…… that lovely flower.