The beauty of tomorrow
The echo of yesterday

It’s over

Sometimes is nothing

The itch of today is gone
The reality is over

In that moment
In that single inseparable moment

We only have one
In that single moment
It is everything we have

The inexplicable rides herd with me
It rides me into the dark gray mist
It forces me to tell the tale
Of the lost and found amiss

The reach of a hand extended
The picture of a perfect connection
Stalwart grounds of no illusion
The epitome of respect

An epic war without bounds
Many battles afoot with zeal
Countless lives lost today
The inexorable moments

Truth fashioned like a sword
The hilt of golden knowledge
The blood-red blade
Righteous fury every single day

be still
feel the moment
the currents
the light

starlight picture
standing tall
in the dark
beyond the light

black becomes grey
white becomes grey
the beauty in the middle

no lines insight
no borders to see
no white or black
no division of whole

only the swirl
the mixture
the empty canvas
I can see

This notepad the simple of it
The majestic clouds dancing
A red light blaring in my face

The yellow signals in between
Tones of dense meaning
The xenophobe of the lifetime

It’s green it tells you to go
A light it dictates your reality
It tells you what is right or wrong

The notes of insanity blare
The simple solid note
It blares into our minds and our thoughts

The underline is not necessary
It is apparent and simple
End repeat

Intense burst
Malnourished reality
Grainy existence
Stony brook

Gaze of life
The red stare
Blue flare
Spin around the room

Teardrops fall
Ripples formulate
Pictures tense
Explosive