"Today, a young man on acid realised that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves... here's Tom with the weather." - Bill Hicks
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Siren Red
You are my solace
When I look around me and all I see are walls
You are gravity
My worldly sins mean nothing to you
I do not expect them to
My rainy day shoulder
The dry hand of a gentleman
Pulling me out of places I once called home
The wry smile of a mistress laying on a motel bed
The devilish skip of a piper
The dizzying dance of a fae
The endearing touch of a stranger
Soft promises, never kept
That I never cared for
Tell me lies, tell me anything
Share your victories
Hold me against a wall and ravage me
Lay me on the floor and shut mine eyes
Tomorrow is a sky away
You make me forget
I am humbled
-DSW
14/08/11