Tight chain binds the memories forever intertwined,
and the cigarette still burns.
Dark shadows surrounding the light,
as if the wall were my canvas.
Time to pack my things and carry on.
To imagine the joys of starting anew;
How I wish I could
-glory to find the weather so perfect.
Sing a war ballad to myself, in the remembrance of others.
If I could only begin with more benefits,
what I would contribute.
Turn to the canvas once again.
Sketch the things only I could dream.
Write the dreams which people could only read about.
SHARED CREATIVITY
Inspiration gives way to practical perfection
Leaving room for dramatic cries.
A lesson of venting through snare and bass.
Like the ska driven jive
From a saxophone and transistor
We collate our creative genius.
IN THE COLOR "VIVID"
Another bright moonlight evening.
And someone new cries at the stars each time they never wake.
Always sleeping in another sequence.
Dream in a dream.
This is not the life they knew, when they last awoke.
Sunrise is not so brilliant.
Breezes are not so cool.
If this seems too dark,
Dismiss it and realize the expression in this imagery.
