Black sun
Black sun, white orchids
Looking at the world,
Through black and white sun glasses
Were are the grays
Were are the colours
Asked for just one angel
Heard nothing but static on the line
Searching for happiness
And finding despair
Residue in the clouds above
In the music on the ground
Foot steps in my mind
Lame I know
Every one settled in their comfort zone
To scared to take a step
Wandering through this ice age
Reaching out for an unattainable aspiration
Settling for nothing except perfection
Painted faces on
Narcissistic actions demanding beck and call
Looking at the world through negative glasses
Seeing black suns and white orchids
Beautiful people on the dance floor
With their arms up high
Dieing before you
Like time lap movies
Music plays on
As the coffin slams shout
Clues with in metaphors
Hidden behind similes
Images screaming to be heard
As the water drops down
From the frozen mirrors
Dreams can wrap you up
And keep you warm
8 comments:
Footsteps in your Mind is NOT lame!
Depends on the shoe size I guess!
Hearing the pitter patter of little tiny feet, again!
Only On Tues eveings and every other weekend
And when the inbox is full or when you feel someone breathing down your neck...perhaps you need a fly swatter.
I dont have a fly swatter as there are no flies in my world this time of year anyway!!
Frozen wings...........brrrrrrrrrrr!
ha haha
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