[it is the fate of man I assume that's a stupendous performance, like the dance of death]
[song: we found love by palma violets]
there is a light in the dark
a feeble sound in this vacuum of hearing
caustic, raw exploding pain and yet there's a pause
beyond all out darkest planes we create light
because something that doesn't exude light creates its own darkness
we made orbits around us
bound ourselves to shackles of grief
never to cross over the realm of the stars
we've dried our tears
gone out of words
what's more to it?
a painting made with the pain of a million words
bedazzling our sorrows with dapper grins
pain demands to be felt, oh yes it does
to face it is the only way
only time can thicken our skin
rubbed to the bone with agony
sonnets of pain so raw
i sing to you this night so dark
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Goya with his paintings, Woolf with her writings, Schrodinger with his paradoxes, Amadeus with his music, Plato with his theses, me with a bit of all of those. What is the human mind, will we ever dare to know?
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Almond Blossoms
PoetryNamed after my favorite Van Gogh painting, I try to give some feelings words.
