poetry in motion.
Are you eternally blonde but black on the inside
Trying to find the feelings from the outside
Is like catching a cold with clothes while laying down all the lies
Over your face but I still feel like a disgrace
pull out the sword, you dash out the mace
It's the beginning of our little bloody chase
that's all love ever was - point & case
What could the reverend do
When we were in the confessional
Playing lovely high notes like a couple of professionals
Highly acclaimed picture in the sky
You know that I had to catch a glimpse or two
Took the pictures of your inner thigh
I'm sorry, what a sin to do
But what's a sinner without the lesson - water truth
Even the ribs were missing oddly enough
Would could a Adam do without Eve
But slab down the nice visit from the leafs
In the rough sand
Boys turned to man
Please woman carry me slowly over to the serpent
I need to hear your words, I need to hear your sermon
But even the words spewed out would hurt and
How could I ever recompense or fulfill this destined
Apple full of knowledge seemed fit to be less than your will
Than any kind of worthy mention of a knowledge worth eleven
Out of ten times in my life I have failed
And out of ten of those times I went to hell
Only to find ten of those times my God it was after hours
Life turned sour and whisky made my stomach blue
But it's the eleventh time that the son of man turned to you seven and the light changed the number six into number nine
And I already got mine
Never wasting again my damn time
So if you want to get on this train
And ride
Let me know
Because this is the flow
This is
poetry in motion. And it continually stays floating.
Always changing, always coasting.
Along the river to the dam
The coin flipped and turned the man
Into a boy and realized all the noise
Is a distraction and the questions that you should be asking
Is whether or not you and I are different from the main plot
Told in secret - the story, do you know where it goes and that it's not at all about your glory
To witness the deficiencies and weakness within my knees
I'm only human playing like a God deity
But when your love can humble me
Down to the root of my tree
Down to my existence, now I could see
What the moral implications mean
When she said good stuff really turns to be
All of your lovely little idiosyncrasies
And your fallen nature
How could I hate you?
When love conquers everything
The spots that I miss
You seem to catch the subliminal bliss
full fill and supplement
The will and complement
Of one another
I can't ignore that "we" as each other
Turned into my sister and brother
You are me and I are the same
No time to renew the mind game
And even though society will refrain
This love will remain like
poetry
in
motion.