June 11, 2010

  • ™Deyja of the omens™
    ©K.R.N©

    I don't get it

    why oh why do people think they get to stop

    we are always evolving day by day

    we catch it in children

    what makes us think just cos

    the crown of our heads stopped reaching

    for the glory of the heavens above

    that we should follow suit

    with the jewels within

    if you are still doing the same act to make up for your inabilities in ones 40's like

    one did when they where in their 20's then they have missed the point of growth

    the wings feathers of grassy blades

    fingers dancing marching keys ivory notes

    seasons playing spiraling leaves of tea

    time space shyt stars supernovas

    there is nothing at all of mi

    merely the imperfection

    of three points before

    the babble of .1415926535

    eye am running out of strokes

    as the fools within lays wounded

    bleed from his leaps of faith

    as the aeros of rose thorns

    are the touch below

    the bridge

    of my neck