wiSdoMiKaL
Bluelighter
i make music and connect color to canvas
swoop down from the trees and raid your cold matter
land it randomly and splash the dew drops across the pavement...
the noon sun of infinity leaves no shadow of a doubt
a quick intake of breath and im ready to start again
collecting scratchin for the sake of your sanity
when the drops gone one, theres no more i can do
you sit in a pool of love, but its shallow,
and here i stand, awakened, to this beautiful call of morning.
the carressing of a tender lamp, the slender tramp, the all encompassing all and nothing -
you told me you and i will fly across to forever, set place's at the table for our imagined offspring and dance on the toadstools of the pitch black night.
so clear you painted pictures of you and i across the sky of life
yet here, in the sleepless music i create, and the colorless paintings i debate
incresing the number of voices
and loose it to the waking hours
OH!! the waking hours, how you burn my eyes and feed my ache....
it never gets easier, but the bandwagon runns with the fear
all ages fear.. nameless, timeless fear
alone.
the blind mop in the bucket and the candle on the ledge
trading secrets of uncleanliness and creation of comfort-whores
long legged broads and apple carts full to the brim
someone take a breath, clear the air and bring me dew by the dozens
let it sit on my eyelashes and i faintly brush aside the dull roaring ache
and monotonus clamour of fate...
may the trekk you journey be the only eye to speak of..
'The blind man pierced the pearl;
the fingerless put a thread through it;
the neckless wore it;
and the toungeless praised it.'
the last words you said to me were "lets have compassion and forgive ourselves"
you still know how to do it...
beautiful shining colors, oh!
i melt your colors on my palatt
use the un-stainer, the discolored pains
remove your coloreds from my darks
and leave the sun to set at noon...
leave the sun to set at noon...
[This message has been edited by wiSdoMiKaL (edited 16 June 2001).]
swoop down from the trees and raid your cold matter
land it randomly and splash the dew drops across the pavement...
the noon sun of infinity leaves no shadow of a doubt
a quick intake of breath and im ready to start again
collecting scratchin for the sake of your sanity
when the drops gone one, theres no more i can do
you sit in a pool of love, but its shallow,
and here i stand, awakened, to this beautiful call of morning.
the carressing of a tender lamp, the slender tramp, the all encompassing all and nothing -
you told me you and i will fly across to forever, set place's at the table for our imagined offspring and dance on the toadstools of the pitch black night.
so clear you painted pictures of you and i across the sky of life
yet here, in the sleepless music i create, and the colorless paintings i debate
incresing the number of voices
and loose it to the waking hours
OH!! the waking hours, how you burn my eyes and feed my ache....
it never gets easier, but the bandwagon runns with the fear
all ages fear.. nameless, timeless fear
alone.
the blind mop in the bucket and the candle on the ledge
trading secrets of uncleanliness and creation of comfort-whores
long legged broads and apple carts full to the brim
someone take a breath, clear the air and bring me dew by the dozens
let it sit on my eyelashes and i faintly brush aside the dull roaring ache
and monotonus clamour of fate...
may the trekk you journey be the only eye to speak of..
'The blind man pierced the pearl;
the fingerless put a thread through it;
the neckless wore it;
and the toungeless praised it.'
the last words you said to me were "lets have compassion and forgive ourselves"
you still know how to do it...
beautiful shining colors, oh!
i melt your colors on my palatt
use the un-stainer, the discolored pains
remove your coloreds from my darks
and leave the sun to set at noon...
leave the sun to set at noon...
[This message has been edited by wiSdoMiKaL (edited 16 June 2001).]
