Breathing the same life with you is like a dream,
Neither a nightmare nor a paradise.
A still reality; a picture; a painting,
Yet slow moving and more vibrant than anything I've ever seen.
The colors trail as both my eyes turn to fly,
From everything inanimate and to everything alive.
I see what's old to me but now it's all brand new,
Depicting a certain madness; better than what natures high can ever do.
Chaotic beauty is what springs to my mind,
A beautiful drug to breathe, a stunning beauty to find.
If this is breathing then i wonder what i would feel and do,
When comes the time when i get to bite into you.
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Reflections of the Son 2008: Phantom Reality
PoetryThis is YEAR ONE of my collection of poetry made from ranging moods, styles & motifs; each telling a perspective on life, as I, the author, see it. A piece written every week in the year of 2008; totaling at 60 devious deviations with 1 bonus poem m...
