I step inside the yellow tracks with red roses
Only be shot down with bruises,
Until I saw,
They were more like stained teeth than blossoms.
Hopping in and out of merry go rounds
To find perspective,
Ever searching for a fuller picture
While it fades in my hands like a photograph.
Yet smiles and joy and glee ensues
The ever loving sadness.
Meeting so many of these Petals, one day to be closed
Breathing as a Flower,
Simply happy to have ever opened.
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Photography by jano gepiga
I wrote a song called ‘Stuck In Love’, based on recent events of a passing of a friend of a close friend who was engaged.
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The rest is for the better
It’s said ‘sleep is for the weak’
Suppose that trying makes one tired
And makes one need his sleep
Suppose that giving in,
Letting go of ones control,
Could make one see the reason for it
And give him save from woe
Until ones tired of this way
Suffering one just gives in
And only then does it begin
For no win
I’d pay the extra currency just to access retrospect
To see it through, to separate, and know it in my bones
The darkest moment seems so real
Tearing consciousness from me
Telling me of what I know
Disdaining the unknown
Till I was over thrown
Taken up in fear
Can be worse than a hundred tears
It made me lose my way
One may be right to say
That is ‘Maybe it’s just a different way’
But heartfelt degradation
Despite of hesitation
Made me know that I had torn myself
When desire replaced
So I watched and payed a price
A sum I won’t pay twice
Or maybe that I will
At least I know it comes of will,
The shining serpent of my mind
That convinces one to kill
No need that I have found
No sensation or thill
Has ever taught me love of life
To follow feeling
Not the bill.
For mistakes have taught me well
Virtue, Sin, and Self
Have now to access
Heaven and Hell
Just a shadow on a shining surface
Separate from self.
I try not to talk it knowingly
As if I knew a thing
For truth is that I don’t
And it’s not me that writes these things
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Photographer: Kat Jayne