in the blooming summers breeze
we begin to see an opposite side
of things we thought of you
i cannot stand the stamping circles
the world demands to make
and yet this brings to brink
the reality of [in]sanity
double taken reflection against
the tanning skin backdrop of
my shoulders and arms and
my waist is taking for granted
the age of bud of body
somehow some days i still am
waiting for the rest to be removed
without apologies and the lead
to set back into my spine
we will never be the same
today is near revolution
as i stand upon my newborn rock
and paint the old pains and pictures
i used to reiterate to stop
the endless questions
what does it mean to you if
i am walking alone and smiling
and never looking back to
what my life whispered in my ear
and i am not listening anymore to
the reasoning or rhetoric of the
cyclical life they sit upon like
a thrown entitled to no one
but your royal high-ness
the high-ness and the near-ness
of my world and yours is beyond
the spectrum of my once imagined
life and somehow it still feels
like i'm chasing stars and strangers
in hopes that they are the one
dream or the one to fill the
expectations of experience
but i am not and i am smiling
because i believe in the healing
of the truth and the revealing
of who we really are
they are the same clothes
i just wear them differently
http://ochira.deviantart.com/art/back-48940604
of things we thought of you
i cannot stand the stamping circles
the world demands to make
and yet this brings to brink
the reality of [in]sanity
double taken reflection against
the tanning skin backdrop of
my shoulders and arms and
my waist is taking for granted
the age of bud of body
somehow some days i still am
waiting for the rest to be removed
without apologies and the lead
to set back into my spine
we will never be the same
today is near revolution
as i stand upon my newborn rock
and paint the old pains and pictures
i used to reiterate to stop
the endless questions
what does it mean to you if
i am walking alone and smiling
and never looking back to
what my life whispered in my ear
and i am not listening anymore to
the reasoning or rhetoric of the
cyclical life they sit upon like
a thrown entitled to no one
but your royal high-ness
the high-ness and the near-ness
of my world and yours is beyond
the spectrum of my once imagined
life and somehow it still feels
like i'm chasing stars and strangers
in hopes that they are the one
dream or the one to fill the
expectations of experience
but i am not and i am smiling
because i believe in the healing
of the truth and the revealing
of who we really are
they are the same clothes
i just wear them differently
http://ochira.deviantart.com/art/back-48940604
