November 2011
an elaborate sort of philosophy seemed to be drunkenly twisting through his mishapen thoughts. What if he changed? What if he asked for a new life? Relief from a cliche and over spent cigarette of a life. A spectre of that gorgeous girl who passed him by was inviting him to the apology for a bestial attitude- a foolish holding back of one’s creativity love.
with decaying hearts and loosened tongues
we strain to find peace.
days are filled with warping games
we struggle our self monster to appease.
our fattened hearts we tear from our chests
and hold them up to you.
forgive us savior, as we fade
love us, salvation renew.
take me in your arms my God and teach me to love you.
open up your windows, open up your doors.
let not alone one...
Rats threw themselves in front of subways in hope...
i have decided to let go of you- for you have already caused enough pain in my life. there is someone better out there for me.
the question of the key
The foggy smoggy world outside reaches its fingers in to me- as I slump into its revean.
I feel its spirit – the essence of that dismal reluctant boring scene.
I sadly become it- I sadly let it wrap its feeling around me. until my smile is lean.
Sometimes I fight against that feeling- and realing
I become the punk version of myself. a bit imbittered and unfeeling.
And with a hard poker face.-...
the day we met
through a rushing of sounds waves, i feel a surge.
past the people who surround me- i feel a sudden urge.
as they all dissapear, i feel your soul near.
i see you appear, i see you my dear.
i didn’t feel it before- i thought it was a joke
for i didn’t know you- but then my heart spoke.
in the crowd which was loud
though there were so many around
i just couldn’t miss...
i am a moonchild. are you?
integrity. love. unity. (i.l.u.)
http://iamamoonchild.net
