Though I can see no true detail In your fragile eyes, The cracks do show. They show a resounding quality In the broken pieces
By Edward Banele Thelaabout a year ago in Poets
Where are you? I ask myself this question As I pack up my merchandise And close the shop. As I walk across the night,
We were running To the exciting promise Of a sun quenching retreat All the boys and I, Naked under the African sun -
Only with you My flame burns the brightest. I met some fools along that beaten path. Who tried to convince me I was burning up
I just wish it were different... I set near the hallow streets And I creaked around the dark corners, Mingling with dark souls
I found success is boring, Wisdom is lonely And real beauty is shallow. Eternity is a very long time, Walking with this lonely soul.
Banished into the pits of dust, Reunited with all occult mystics That detail he is a convicted threat For sins he yet not has done.
I wish I knew you better... I wish I knew Your deepest thoughts And your wildest desires. I wish I could See the pictures
Even though life was horrible, Breathing was a battlefield And eating was a means to survive. In a place built to kill dreams,
Troops sent to destroy the disorder Brought on by the trotting of tribes Distinguishable by the kind of insanity Each one of them could potentially commit.
I guess it must have been A sort of factory fault... But she looked into his eyes And she could see through His mechanical cliche
I wish I knew more… I wish I desired less Of the drama And more of the care, The love and respect. I was the man in your life,
