Chaos galore

If I ever was to make a painting
I’m certain the grass in it won’t be green
Maybe a brownish purple
Beyond ordinary
A green sky and a red sea
One redder than the existing one
A couple of things
A couple explanations of what it is inside my mind
Chaos galore; beauty

Chaos galore

If I ever was to make a painting
I’m certain the grass in it won’t be green
Maybe a brownish purple
Beyond ordinary
A green sky and a red sea
One redder than the existing one
A couple of things
A couple explanations of what it is inside my mind
Chaos galore; beauty

But at such a point

And when there’s much to think about

there’s too little to say

but at such a point

there’s quadrillions of things to write

and gazillions of words to get lost in.

BENIGN.

Perfectly different

Perfectly different

and in the sparks of a flaming fluid

I’d see myself

just as a kilned pot

but with cracks for perfection

Different.

Flawed. Perfect.

BENIGN

They’re song to their ears

Im troubled
But I’m just a bird
It’s all up to me
Because my cries;
They’re song to their ears.

Always

I’m told people tire
But I dare call exemptions on myself
There’s more to my heart’s being myogenic
For it beats not only for me
But also for the depth of the love my existence can’t help but feel for you Mi Amor
I’m never to fatigue
And just as time knows no end
My love for you knows no halt
You’re the love of my life
And I’ll always love you.

I don’t walk alone

I don’t usually walk alone

But I know the beauty of solitary saunters

And I know how sweet it is to hum tunes my brain credits itself for

so I walk with my music

and my problems too

Chanting them as if to entertain the whizzing winds

Singing them as if the melodies would shoo them away,

With the incessant brrrr!s they leave on my ears

Chorusing them to the birds

Just as if their responses are solutions

Chirp! Chirp! they quip, and I sing along

There’s a solution to my troubles,

The winds and birds know,

I don’t walk alone.

I don’t walk alone.