No one’s ever ready,
For a blast of the unsteady,
The world’s twisted as it is,
Add a little slant and it’s easy to miss.
Head’s heavy on the spine,
Lean back on this chair of mine,
Like a never-ending lifeline,
Meds after meds like fine wine.
Day by day, Vert interrupts conversations,
Want more action, but please take away the motion,
Has anyone ever noticed tables are low?
Please, please talk slow.
Your words spin my head,
The visions stop when I finally rest in bed.
They were pleasing to listen to,
Everywhere they went, the crowd grew,
Misunderstood Indie, what did you know?
The beat of your music was unknown to the common joe.
Lyrics after lyrics, they turned against you,
The blame on you, the fool,
Sang the Pop and cracked your chime,
Graced them with frivolous time,
You? Not a single dime.
What to do? What fools knew?
‘Twas alright, you held the clue.
Through the slums of decadence,
You found me and shared the inheritance,
Granting your eternal strength when I was weak,
I thought I had it all at my peak,
Turned out I had naught when you revealed,
Stabs of treachery and scars you healed,
Thank you for the love you gave me,
Restoring my faith so I can see,
My world may not be a better place,
But know that I can seek solace in your saving grace.
Bearing the sins of all men,
The treacherous deeds of thoughts, mouth and pen,
Your glory filled the Earth,
Yet blinded, people question your worth,
Not understanding the hand behind the science,
This world lacking in conscience,
Worshipped your creation,
And stamped on you who had Risen,
Even your followers used your name in vain,
Your loved ones adding more to your pain,
Yet they ask, why not me? why always me?
Me, me, me, that’s all they see,
And yet we wonder, the signs of dust and everything dying away,
Shows we are far away from the way,
Of the one who has raised,
All creations that lived.
You were supposed to protect me,
But why does your beauty take priority?
I thought I knew you,
Less it seems as time flew,
Your weaknesses pushed everyone through the edge,
One by one they jumped over the hedge,
To flee what may be lost,
Desperation held on the most,
I stopped running to turn around,
To listen to the agonising sound,
Perhaps we should turn back,
Perhaps we should cut the guardian some slack,
For the qualities the guardian lack,
For in the fire, metal is forged,
Perhaps Guardians too, maybe not all is lost.
You said up to you,
but lose your cool,
How is this up to me?
When your logic is off to all who can see?
Chaos after chaos you stir,
Trouble and trauma we concur,
Dictate our living is your hobby,
Your false reputation all you lobby,
Help, why are most blinded?
My love to you, I now rescinded.
Lost I am, lost are you,
My beloved who took me for a fool.
No more I said,
Independence, we now made.
Friends that we are,
They tell you they care,
Yet no feelings or actions they bare,
Not a word, not a sound,
How will connections be bound?
Drop after drop, they disappear,
And years after when they reappear,
How very awkward,
We are towards,
The friends we said we care,
Perhaps this is very much the expected scare.
Troubles filled you, they run,
Only when you are a clown, they bathe under you like the sun,
Then we’ll know if we are friends,
When it ends.
A Sister Remembered (Speedpaint)
Crisp and dried,
Autumn has passed and cried,
Winter washes over,
As my one who has fled; my flower,
Filled with rain; filled with shine,
Forever our lives entwined,
Arms in arms, the fight to flight,
She fought the wind with her might,
As days passed, her memories remembered,
My sister; my one forever loved.