Read Between In Sane!

Butterflies have broken wings,

and angels cry because he died

Whispers of magic, I heard at the door;

or was I on the floor

Don't look for the Rhyme, it may never come.

 

I waited for Santa, and was grabbed by his claws.

Torn from my bed while sleeping.

But the Bunny pulled me back to life,

and put me under my pillow

where the fairy gave me some money

to spend on ice cream.

 

And the cow jumped over the moon.

 

I found myself, or so I was lost.

But the Road covered my face with blood,

and I became a clown crying for life.

Was it just a bone, or perfection shattered?

Turn on the light, its getting dark.

 

I was not good enough, never good enough, never good!

Plans changed, people died, but I kept on!

 

Where is the light?

 

Oh feel the pain, the energy inside,

and the wheels just kept turning,

I kept on going, after they past,

the pain just kept burning.

 

Turn the light on Crazy,

Read between insane.

Feel the sound of Silence

Live it like a game.

 

Hearing the songs, missing the music,

music makes me Cry!

Senses forgotten, words never said,

copy and paste, its all in your head.

But to what end.  To What end?

Then married with children,

no white picket fence

but a car mangled and dirty inside.

No time to sleep, no time be,

no time no time!   They lied!

Feel the pressure of doing a job,

a job a job well done,

well done good and faithful servant.

well done your fired.

Dream of something that can't be found,

don't get up, but don't lay down

Mow the lawn, cook the food, stop it, stop it!

Good and faithful servant.

 

Turn off the light its burning my eyes

 

Alone in the Darkness, all words left unread

From within I fire a gun,  no sound is shed,

but crazy bleeds out, all over my bed.

 

I rhymed, I rhymed, I rhymed this time.

 

Feel these words imperfect..

Cross the sea insane

Build a house of fantasies

Filled with indecision and pain

 

Lost in the Land time forgot,

or was I forgot?

Warm out but Cold within.

Time passed, and Failure increased,

then back to the land of sin.

All grown up, and nothing to do,

no where go,  nothing to say

All grown up, and gone away,

with malice and hatred toward I.

I grew old; growing nothing

but a garden of wasted memories,

I took pictures along the way.

Then the camera broke.

 

And the dish ran away with the spoon...

 

Where did yesterday go,

tomorrow never came,

All I have lived is today.

And the sun is setting, but when I awake

it will still be today

 

I killed regrets, when they murdered my soul.

And guilt was buried too.

All that's left is a heart-filled with blood,

it pumps the body through.

Now I watch the sunset each day,

carry no misgivings or blame.

I feel the sound of Silence

And Read between Insane.

                                       ~Marc Barkona~

                                                                    

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