09-18-2013, 09:31 AM
You are the pulse that drives the misbegotten
selfish heart of what I see,
my common bastard state.
A brown-nosed copper plated rash of no pretence,
I mean it all so easily.
Had I not fallen on purpose,
had the undercurrent dragged me down
instead of spitting me out beneath that tree,
to gasp for breath while looking at the sky
through summer's green leafed canopy,
I wouldn't be me now.
I would show you my hurt,
as thick and black and raw
as an oil spill on a natural beauty shore.
Instead I'll cloud your issues,
till they blur and make them mine.
Ignore the dark behind your eyes
and only see the shine.
Pour credence on your low ideals,
forever hold your hand,
turn the timer over, time and time again
to feel the running sand.
Your magnificence cannot be described
in words by one as such as me,
but effort spent in hunched brow-bent
should reap rewards, surely?
selfish heart of what I see,
my common bastard state.
A brown-nosed copper plated rash of no pretence,
I mean it all so easily.
Had I not fallen on purpose,
had the undercurrent dragged me down
instead of spitting me out beneath that tree,
to gasp for breath while looking at the sky
through summer's green leafed canopy,
I wouldn't be me now.
I would show you my hurt,
as thick and black and raw
as an oil spill on a natural beauty shore.
Instead I'll cloud your issues,
till they blur and make them mine.
Ignore the dark behind your eyes
and only see the shine.
Pour credence on your low ideals,
forever hold your hand,
turn the timer over, time and time again
to feel the running sand.
Your magnificence cannot be described
in words by one as such as me,
but effort spent in hunched brow-bent
should reap rewards, surely?