Flickering the bay
Shocking my core
Under the hoax of biblical lies
Sounding like a haunting lullabay
I shush my senses
With light and hope
As she gushes;
With all of everything,
All of naught.
A promise made in the heavens;
As the night discloses your old friend again
And you don’t go through battle-cries, to pick sane.
The recent trend of going back and reworking, remaking and remastering old games, tv series, films etc. is somewhat detrimental to the creative nature of these fields. Why is this happening?
Free falling in our days/ fortunes and misfortunes/ bring the vibes/ make your mind/ take a leap of faith , exhale and run again.
You pick the cool air / With your toes curling tight / You scratch the sheets raw / And your cheeks as you bite // Where do you exhale……what do you do?