Orangeblue
Going to die if I can't write
the moon is falling falling
out the sky time is blind
the night flies by,
wind screams sin,
a howling white oblivion
time time time
ticks ticks ticks
tick tock
tick tock
dust to rock to dust
drops
partial particles
squared and triangled
falling fearless
into the blue
I follow the rainbow
rabbit skips
the echo drips
upside down
the hollow flips
empty full
a stagnant miss
the truth slips beats under
like a drum above the thunder
below a rumble
under mud under wood
thud thud thud
my open art an ocean of love
light dances orange red
white to grey grace filters away
my flaming blue heart
once dark a midnight drive
I made it back the colour inside
I run, skip, jump into the rhyme
for words are the love of my life.
I live for the burn,
the yearn, the turn of the sun,
the trip inside
an ever increasing demise
vacant in mind lost to time
the universe turns
creation
is the root of the earth
fills dark with light whole
colour glows intertwines a vine
snaps synapses elapse
sensation overload picture
picture holds
an intersection inside
a triangle whole untold
broken alone lost in the sea
drowning
drowning
drowning
between the peaks
I see the air
I see the air there
a flickering grayscale
to my right colour cures
the empty inside
fills with light bright
you can't keep the moon
screaming white
dancing by yellow red
orange blue
half full half you,
falls slower lower
sound seeks to holler
lonely is the life
of the misunderstood poet.
©JMCole
