Can you come into the canvas that may be entitled unto the mind, colored of the stain sanguine; fed by the beheld to the yellow beast differed by the blue scarf that he held on his breast gilded with the same elements of his neck.
Click, tick tick, click, tick tick, click, tick tick.
My mind clicks into the trick of becoming a mist. It unravels itself into a fold that diffuses into water that becomes one with water that flows into a fine layer of gold on your ear.
If the wind is true the trees speak to the floor.
Here it goes, the heroin knows that she cant save the tame--tame soul that cant understand how to become un-maimed and unlamed. I can see why she cant feel why he cant understand the rant of the polished rat that stands to understand why he can find the cheese that seems to run away from the sneeze of the bee's disease. And I know that dosent make any sense to the common person, but just think for a second, a minute, a year; that the rat is just like you! A person that strives to find what is true out in the blue--the cheese. That other people cant find--the bee's, the disease that they have is the unability to find the knowledge of the true design. You may be a bee, you may be a rat, but the real stitch in the mat is whether or not you want to understand the fact. Understanding it may be the truth, but not believing in the truth to begin with is pretty stupid I gotta say. But as long as you are willing to negotiate, that right there itself is the path to truth. The will to want to understand the design in the mind that didnt write this poem, but the one that designed this mind that understood the walk of life in a small way. A long way, it's a little too far for me to understand, but I could give you the mark in the sand that can give you the man right there in your hand. A plan, a way. An untold say, I dont know its a way that is right there right before your eyes. But I dont know why! You dont see it even though its right there! it's right there! I point and scream and shout "Its over there! It's right there... I swear!" But they dont believe me, they say I dont see anything but I know they see it! they just say and say that they dont. Why would they lie and try to try to leave behind the sacred truth... Why? Why just why? I dont know. Honestly I dont know. I dont know...
An untitled poem, from my newest euphoria.
What do you mean with the artist description...? *is an idiot*
"Think for a second..."
...So you mean to say that this poem is for other people, but mostly for yourself...? I'm confused. I mean I get what you're saying in the poem, I'm just a complete idiot XD
that wasnt supposed to be there, sorry XD
Oh okay XD
Im not going to explain it to you, because that is what my poetry does. It makes you think. That is the hook.