Colors

So quick to tell me what color my eyes are
To stand up tall and say everyone sees through another color
You are the ones who can’t see, blinded
But these are the truths you fathom for your heart to strive on
So that you can feel alive
If you were close enough as you claim
You’d see the shades of you and I and everyone else who’s left something behind
Every word or every action
Nameless and Faceless is how you left a shade
Because when the world falls dark and all we have spoke in to existence is as empty as it came it will have done nothing for the good of this one
Who feeds my bones .

Salty Love

The salt effort never quite did enough for me
I turn every where to shine to be seen, not to love
Every humans fall back to parade around to be noticed to gain appeal
The weeks preface themselves with a sermon
I recognize it in myself
I see it in you
Am I the only one who realizes no one really breaks free
Honestly what is it to you if I fly?
Or if the life I choose to lead lets me die
From the way I breathe in to the way I breathe out,
This is just how I am
Blind to whom I really am
Blind to whom I am becoming
I hate to say it, but I think the good one made some mistakes while creating my bones.
They are magnets to all the right terms that make me dissect myself,
I am thinking right about now, to be worldly and not convict myself would be better.
Not to have to understand the actions and thoughts that go though yours and my bones.
We are so mislead and misguided.
We grow up believing that love is beauty, and beauty is what I say you are.
Unless you can give me anything better
Words of a king
Give me that satisfaction, just give me my price
It’s never enough to be on my knees
Never enough that my heart needs to feel more than the taste of salt.