Timeless sadness in a world full of clowns. Is this what breathing has been reduced to? Life is a compilation of pretty, intelligent words with no meaning. On what other plane of reality would a clown cry while the world looks on in laughter? Why put wings on your life if they will only get ripped off by a wind too strong to fly on - a wind that only destroys? Don't waste such pure feathers on such a vibrant, chaotic thing as that wind. Float like Ophelia in the stillness and static of your confusion. I could enchant you all day long with these cerulean words of undulating comfort - but at the end of your long road, you cause the bells of your heart to ring, not I. Little clown, walk on in your timeless sorrow. I find such beauty in it, for it is also MY sorrow.
REFLECTIONS OF THE DIGITAL MIND by Cheri E.
Acid floats around my head,
Telling me that God is dead;
Butterflies and paper moons
Are revealing silver runes
Upon the surface of the sea;
Those twisted things only I see.
The clock inside the inner wall
Is saying that the stars will fall
Into a bowl of ticks and tocks
That men have built upon a rock;
How stable is the digital reviver?
How stable is the digital reviver?
Metallic flowers fill a garden,
Causing all my thoughts to harden;
With jaded courage I will follow
The flow of time upon the morrow
To see where green birds go to die
And lay me down with one last try.
To all the feathers in the floor,
Stop knocking at my cellar door;
I'll find you when I reach the end;
And when there are no hearts to mend,
I'll paint the sky with gold and diamonds,
Paint the sky with gold and diamonds.
Recent Comments