Ephemera
Colors
So many colors in this distraction
Brown hair makes her lips more red
Words would not describe what I’m seeing
I try to hold my tongue but it’s useless
She makes my heart scream color
I know by now she should have found me out
Every sense I have has been exhausted
But color makes her smile
- Colors by Barcelona
Over and Over
And I keep saying over and over and over and over again
Let it rain, let it rain
Over and over and over and over again
Let it rain, let it rain
We Feel Like Your Upper Lip
I pack my bag and lock the door. Behind me will always be an aftereffect of typhoon; a merrymaking that only happens here.
This time, the carpet of Plumeria lies there undisturbed. They will be swept away later on. And so will I.
Monday Morning
What a day to be alive
What a day to realize I’m not dead
What a day to save a dime
What a day to die trying
- What a Day by Greg Laswell
Golden Cup
Come, let me sing into your ear
Those dancing days are gone
All that silk and satin gear
Crouch upon a stone
Wrapping that foul body up
In as foul a rag
Let the Sunshine
A dream of togetherness
Turned into a brighter mess
A faint sign, my spoken best
Now, now
Make way for the simple hours
No finding the time, it’s ours
A fate or it’s a desire
I know
Take Your Lucky Break
Too many people going underground Continue
Too many reaching for a piece of cake
Too many people pulled and pushed around
Too many waiting for that lucky break