And the Lights Begin to Show

Sh.
All the world is now gone black.
Wait.
For light is now soon coming back.

The flashes….
Begin,
Stacotto
They jump.
Again and now,
They light up.

Where melody had come with its sweet song…
Harmony
Crashes
Now you play
Along.

“Joy”
Manmade and dank,
Crowds out pain,
Cries,
Ascend the chain
Of Satan’s gain,
Lies,
He told againto make us say,
Joy
In
Cries
And
Lies.

On Listening to Paramore’s Emergency

On Listening to Paramore’s Emergency

 

In a world where children are bent and bruised,

Parents have left to find their fortune.

Their jagged edges are covered with bandages,

Hearts broken get cartoon caricatures.

“A man can turn his head only so many times,”

It has been said, “And say that he sees nothing:

Every where he turns his head, that is what he sees,

Nothing.

 

Yet he turns again, empty, brokenness, shattered skyscrapers,

Buried castles in the sky, and he tramples on their fairytales.

In a time when the world of children,

Has become nothing more than reality,

Dreams are burnt to ashes and a soot that suffocates.

Those meant to guard the little ones, offend most deep.

Their education in the ways of the world,

Brings down their own despair on the hopeful hearts

Of those who have not yet been jaded.

 

So children hold bruises behind their skin

And fairytales are buried with their castles.

Brick by boring brick, we build real life,

Devoid of true magic, left to seek the dark supernatural,

Equilibrium between beauty and rationality,

Crumples beneath the curses of the real.

 

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