The fading.

My heart is full of pictures
My soul is filled with words.
But admidst all the adjectives
I cannot find the verbs

A flower withers in the past
But the oceans fail to dry.
And though my brow be wet with dew,
These thoughts will never die

Chrome

Inside I am all gray, the outside filled with color.
Patterns of purple and orange, the surface is torn,
as if I am another.

The grays will stay, fade like the day as the values
are eclipsed. But colors leap with vivacity,
when a kiss is on my lips.

Strange and uncommon, the sublime automatics...
Along came the lights, lipid texture and aromatics,
testing reflective intensity.

At the height of the epiphany, the orgasmic sounds of divinity
effect my walls of my heart. Chromatics flow in,



Then I will fall,
not think at all,
when i depart,
just think of my art...

Please hang it on your wall.

The end of the beginning

I won't wallow, I won't sigh
You've had your chance and i've had mine.
When what we thought was love is through,
I'll still have me and you'll only have you.