This brief segment is two fragments of content and metaphors which are pieces of songs that I created in one day. Essentially they are themes, but dealing with current at the moment situations I had encountered. I just wrote the lines sporadically, the only art form presented is me, enjoy. Cheers.
Colours
I see a world full of colours
With black and white trees
Is that you and me
Are we those tress
As I look up to the sky
She smiles at me
Her radiant beams
She makes the wind blow red
Its the love out of sync
Do we ride around in life on a magic school bus
We’re burning exhaust
We count time as a loss
I can smell her a 1,000 miles away
Shown as a mix of pink and gold
Is she of dust or frost
Somehow this cold
Eats a way like the moth
Yellow is the out pouring of her soul
Mix the grits with the eggs
Make your own fairy tale
Life isn’t worth living in the word fail
Illuminating shades of gray
Sway in a pulsating rage
Window painting
But only in real life
Smile embedded in hind sight
Is this love this time?
Is this what love feels like?
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
One Day
Written by: Kristofer Ryan
One Day
“One day” she says, that was her way of ending war
She looks at me worse off than the mind could fathom at this point
Told me she’s addicted to shrooms and even more to me
Told me the death of her was this hallucinogen and her love that had no ending
She said the one thing she couldn’t get was figuring out me
She tried to put herself in my shoes; she wanted to know how I think
Was it belief, was it grief, or was I really just me
Whatever it was led her to never seem to get enough of me
Every time she closed her eyes lightning flew galaxies by
Every time she opened her eyes the floor was rolling
But these hallucinations never answered why
She put down the drugs before they drug her to the grave
And picked up a book and read every page
From then on everything she could find she read
From that point on knowledge had a hold over this Lioness
To put it in her words, to create it in her dreams, she knows
That cobble stone roads weaken the heels and collapse the knees
So to this state of crawling we all return to at some point
The cycle of life ends like it begins, back on all “fours”
Born babes, lived as slaves, dying free men who had breathed
One thing is certain and contains no flaw nor void
The same as entering and leaving, to be birthed and deceased
They both contain only the careless knowing of joy and peace.
One Day
“One day” she says, that was her way of ending war
She looks at me worse off than the mind could fathom at this point
Told me she’s addicted to shrooms and even more to me
Told me the death of her was this hallucinogen and her love that had no ending
She said the one thing she couldn’t get was figuring out me
She tried to put herself in my shoes; she wanted to know how I think
Was it belief, was it grief, or was I really just me
Whatever it was led her to never seem to get enough of me
Every time she closed her eyes lightning flew galaxies by
Every time she opened her eyes the floor was rolling
But these hallucinations never answered why
She put down the drugs before they drug her to the grave
And picked up a book and read every page
From then on everything she could find she read
From that point on knowledge had a hold over this Lioness
To put it in her words, to create it in her dreams, she knows
That cobble stone roads weaken the heels and collapse the knees
So to this state of crawling we all return to at some point
The cycle of life ends like it begins, back on all “fours”
Born babes, lived as slaves, dying free men who had breathed
One thing is certain and contains no flaw nor void
The same as entering and leaving, to be birthed and deceased
They both contain only the careless knowing of joy and peace.
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