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Canvas of Romance

Sometimes our lives feel like they have some cosmic significance. Our egos can make us feel immortal, invincible, as if we will never die. But our lives are made up of so many little moments, so many strokes of the brush and sometimes it is best to let go and take a chance. To let old bridges burn away and build a new city altogether. We are often not at our best but then, love should not be reserved only for the gods.


Blunt Instruments

Like manna from heaven

Diabolical machine

A hungry segment of pavement

Contesting regions of me

These insidious wall flowers

Where I just want to dance

An indigo aurora

Spilling against a canvas of romance

Wander down the ward

See the dying days

The waning sun engulfing

A mind that merely fades

And I've done nothing to keep this sharp

The undertow's ungodly strong

A golden morning's mourning song

And I'm living for tonight


Lowering defenses

I'm just so weak at the knees

If I could stop this trembling

I'd let you wash over me

A breath that I knows worth taking

Aware there is no recovery

Icarus still spreading

Bludgeoning these sacred things

Regrettably I leave no mark

Sighing like the breeze

But I'm here loving you all the same

Making memories

Branches scratch this fragile skin

Arboreal acupuncture

Of forgotten failure's retrospect

I'd sink right back in

Labyrinthine vines coalesce

On the back steps of a temple complex

Collapsing burned bridges into ash

With technicalities masquerading

Last call to the edge of echoes

An ancient sea stretched out

A vessel hardly worth the knowing

But with a fire ready and red

Like coals from the cracks

Acid sulfuric satanic black mass

Each of us sailing over these skulls

The ghosts of all these forgotten loves

Take this risk

Drink this blood

Remember me for this

Worldly sin

Setting upon the horizon

There's a finality in the way you move

A violent violet exposure

I'm lost in the grooves

These indigenous reminders

Of what we have to lose

Anything to make these colors last

Against a canvas of romance

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Artwork/Photos Credit: Alexander Ant (https://www.instagram.com/_alexander_ant_/)

 
 
 

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