Guzzling Phantoms
at times
i frolick in blue bonnet and mint,
then sling demons into innocent winds
but mostly its a lifeless swim,
in construction site pools
the shadow of silence
if i dance i dance with fools
(fools that look like me).
your mind is maze of peculiar- unique
riding the vapour of a brilliant wind,
like an eagle skipping from peak to peak
dipping its wings in ponds of pristine,
you know truths that i'll never see
sometimes unique is made for alone
and alone is made for unique
you wrestle with giants that have no heart
(guzzling phantoms that wear only darkness...)
simpler to let things sift through the night,
then come morning taste the cream of your life
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2012
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