Falling ash from a white lie
Tears from a desolate soul on to the corners of my mind
With the fusion from both the cement and tears forms and I find "I"
The being that laces your presence with sweet and thick words
As you reminisce of grandmothers sweet cornbread
The ever passing seconds have you to swallow
Words,phrases,paragraphs, and finally a story
of which makes you feel not as hollow
A pack of 20 white lies that are flared with the thought of you
You may be transient but the resin of you mask my lungs like glue
The vibrant hues of yellows,oranges,reds, and greens
are what resonate within you
Days where the wind bellows and you shed a tear
Reminds me of sweet and calming words that escaped the cusp of your lips
Your mellow
Your problematic
You a symbolic entity of what I hoped to have
But as so we can never speak for a second without thinking of forever
A forever without you
A forever with random pieces of furniture that changes with the season
But you the Mona Lisa of my past and current life
May the pain and happiness come
Through it all you made me feel alive
Poet Douglas Kearney and composer/producer/drummer Val Jeanty link up for a a compelling LP that feels like the written word come to life. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2021