Pocket Books

The Moment The Skies Turned To Water Ripples

While The Tears Fell From The Islands

Leafs Falling Into The Underwater Ponds

Overrun By Frozen Victims Of Our Own Clarity

All Shocked In The Electricty Created By The Thrones

Little Pieces Of My Heart Lay In These Sacred Ponds

Picking Them Up With Our Minds Chess Polishes

Where The Glass Lays Upon Your Upside Down Tour Of Shame

So Let The Rain Do Its Bidding On The Tile Floor

Where The Moon Shines Upon The Dusted Work Days

Creating Yet Another Painting That Illusioned The Future

Splattered Colors Block The Reasoning Of Injustice

Set Aside By The Corrupted Villans We Call Our Heroes

As They Fly By On Thier Mindset Of Importance

Cowering To The Ever So Unfair Glory We Call Solution

To The Problems We Created With A Small Thought

Yet Becoming The Heartless Bombing In Our Souls

Should We Pay This Defenseless Toll Road

Reaching Inside Of Our Pocket Books

Fixing An Unfixable Demise

Standing On Rising Towers Of Stairways

Leading Us To A Field Of Dark Flowers

Caressing The Flavors Of Our Sin Blankets

Cloaking This Shadow We Call Exsistence

 

Reviews

[Jetta Zippora]

Beautiful!