fear is

monsters

secret prisoners

& naked harmony

a thundering impression of a calm scream

deterioration of _____________________ 

watch it all fall away

decay before

our bloodshot eyes

better than you - something that cannot be

denied.  Can’t complain

About that -

it means no | thing amongst all

the ambient light

the purple sky - the profound theories

and we shudder 

we seem to think & feel the same

even with a lack of “proper” communication

The Sun pushed Through

… been hiding for days

brutality. why is there 

no | one to keep that in check

“ build it up & tear it down ”

luck has [no/every] | thing to

do with it

it’s wrong

it is just all wrong

 and nobody sees it

the fence, the potholes

the telephone wire

joyless to addiction

idle chatter

sounds like ____________

from him to her

the night fades away

i want to write sound .

L E A V E   U S   W I T H   A        S M I L E

Perspective   Perception

What we see  VS.  What we perceive  

can we really truly and honestly call a difference between the two  ?

I, for example cannot prove that I can see the same things that anyone else is seeing 

OR  is that perception?   Someone could always just ask, in looking in the same 

direction whether or not i see the midget on the right side of down tugging at the 

rope attached to the large purple cow who is more on the left angle of up, however slightly visually obscured by a pine tree.  

i might lie, or i might tell the truth - but no one will ever REALLY know what i can or cannot see,  

[the grey area, the truth in things]

hell, maybe the cow i see is fuchsia.

the music plays on

sounds and rhythms in and out

drifting through the canals 

changes

this disguise is no longer working

the mask is off - fallen down and shattered plenty

we're making our way slowly within the turning clockwork

in this place,

what we loathe is what we love.

scary monsters 

& 

a fractured thought

Quietly hiding,

try not to get caught;

paper hearts /// fragile & thin

pennies rusting under trains

the   | game |   is on

hard & fast, we PLAY to win

psychological violences

&

a screaming silhouette

obtuse senses 

RAPE by a tourniquet

furiously falling

we crash into our essence

unassuming & Quiet

everything but the snow seems to stop

slowly the sky sheds pieces of itself

flecks of clouds falling out of position

white softly shaded with white

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