The mind can open windows to pictures eyes can't see
Frogs take off from lily pads as statues step into the sea
Mushrooms with faces and clouds with voices have conversations about places and choices
The mind could open windows if you just let it free
Suits of armor play chess on a boat that skims the wind while trees with legs dance about
on hurried feet and birds with arms play the dancing beat
How can dreams be so real?
Physical sensations like scent and touch?
The mind will open windows more effectively than a key
At what point does it hurt to eat?
At what point does it burn to love?
These is a point of no return,
Have I reached it?
My eyes burn,
My head is light,
My body wont fight,
My mind is gone,
Im not dead,
Not physically,
But soul is damned,
My heart is stone,
Ive found my way out,
Ive what Ive be looking for,
I have a weapon to fight with,
You cannot take that from me,
I will not die,
I will stay alive,
That will be your death,
And Ill be there,
Watching and laughing at you pain,
You can call me a monster,
You are probably right,
But I am a warrior,
Ive already won the fight.
Southernmost Tuesday Night by RevolutionnaireRouge, literature
Literature
Southernmost Tuesday Night
orange light streaks
through frazzled fox palm
dancing across the street
to the tune of wind rattled fronds
and back-alley burlesque beats
phantoms rattle in ¾ time
outnumbering the sober
their bodies buried and
rotting
like the captain’s floor
we all tripped over
uneven sidewalks
that carry whispered promises
and low calls and high heels
mama says town
is dead on tuesday
im not sure i believe
sky’s closer here
or maybe earth is
just
farther away
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