Randomness

A one and a two but one alone
Here, within silence's gentle breath one does lie
A rain and a two but rain alone,
Here, within light's radiant sighs rain falls.
Upon dew-splattered pillows, I rest my pain-riddled mind
A dream here all but shackled for the fog-filled life that I stumble through

----------------------

A fusion of liquified confusion and diamond tears
Haunts of blue roses and false hopes
Free-falling through a misty night
And as my body shatters glass air
Scarlet nectar flies from wounds revived
Into a time before the now.

Thinking thing of an upsidedown mind...

Think one is a thing but is not what you think
Beyond my words so rigidly formed
Such harshness would be to one's eye but a blink
Of such strangeness transformed

What be the rainbow sparks that bursts forth
At chance encounters upon which I balance
When your eyes are turned due north
And my vision partly shaded by a valance

Think again and yet again
A thing of fusion, windows and pain
Trespass not but in passing sustain
That which would otherwise be but vain rain

I tether my rain with a complex bow
And do an about-turn in the confusion through which I stumble
Stir a spark and add a pinch of glow
And watch as one humbly crumbles