Beetle and The Beach
Beetle and The Beach
I looked at you, and I stared at you, a little longer,
Maybe no one told you so, but my eyes, they hold your picture,
In this understanding, of the uniqueness, in one’s own self,
I find it beautiful, I find it enchanting beautiful, and as well a very haunting beautiful,
I look it through, the eyes of a curious cat, doting the edges of reality,
Maybe you are a lost soul, staring at void at nothingness, or with clarity,
There is my love, there is my death, on the coast we co-belong,
But when we are together, there is no seething noise, it’s instead a song.
It will always be, a memory, of the things we have seen,
I have a little more, or a little less, overall-anyways to hold to keen,
Once we are one, I won’t remember anything, all I would is to breathe,
In a heavy day, and through everyday, that’s all we need-don’t we,
The posters that we see, here and there, and all over all together,
Are everywhere, around us and in us, how we got made like it,
The favorite of my mine, are just pushing to survive, and of failure,
There’s a glitch in my wiring, I keep looking, your’s are showing.
The best way to know pain, is to not know it at all, give up,
And it will come to you, automatically in the heat, telling you what it is,
Gulp it like a medicine, down the throat it goes, bitter and un-helping,
The taste lingers, until it’s gone just to remember, always a companion,
You and I can never be die, to love you is all toes in, I’ll drown and be free,
Could you and I co-exist, it’s on the shore, different worlds-different dreams,
I get to see you everyday, enough for me to survive, the beetle and the beach,
It downright be grateful, our hearts of sand castles, come make one and destroy.
For some reason, I always fancied the scars, they were signs of our life,
They were signs, of our haze, of are stupid mistakes we make along the way,
Babied through the labyrinth, the roads seem waverly, optimistic and feeble,
But for the other, that get lost in everything, it’s clear as a crystal scribble,
What a reckless use, we defined for ourselves, and make it meant that way,
And through struck in the same stream, we rebel, for our faith has to make belief,
We make stories, we tolerate it, and we learn it by our heart to never cross it,
Who was I to not learn, to destruct myself, in the same of legends and be self instead.
Maybe one day you’ll miss me, when you’ll learn care is both ways, and rather instead,
When you say mine, accept with soft patches and primary bug fixes, the fault in I,
Impatient ‘n kind, don’t you see it in my eyes, the feeling to run away is found again,
It’s not you to blame, it’s not even I, then who is responsible for the inability to look past,
The thick shell that we have, shining armor, for understood via words-needed emotions,
It’ll be suffocating to meet the beach, taking breath out, bubble by bubble,
I’ll give the hope to survive, will try to remember, the freedom is the other way around,
Life in days-seen-n-felt it all, maybe don’t want to be back, but to see you-find you in some way I desire.
<3
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