MARQUIS ANTONYO SEABRON

Passing by

yellow boat

red water..

you are waving

from the shore,

alone

maybe

and

you look happy

and me too

and

I love you

still

breathing softly

and some parts smell like cinnamon

some lavender

some rain

then the scent of sunshine

coming from a blue sun

Like green

vines

All these visions of what can be true but will never happen. All those good, fake, memories dancing in the head.

If the walk hurts my feet, I might fly on my own

Skipping islands, over water, no path, no road.

stay away

face turned, because of songs,

half ugly

rose and smoke colored burns

leave me lone

leave me, lone

lone,

please,

leave me lone

want you no more.

yellow wind

leaves my lips

cold like abandoned and forgotten bones

all those messages

all those lies

tongue heavy

harder than bone.

head with nine horns,

iris deep blue

mistaken as black

pupils chrome

seeing the hunger living in godly bodies

leave me be

on this ride

I’m on my way home

In my bag of spirits

keep digging or more,

fingered right past Satan, Vishnu, and another one

with skin that was blue

and then I get to the floor

I mean, it’s gotta be the bottom,

I’m sure

who can carry us through a pain we weren’t supposed to endure?

Dancing with four left feet

a tentacle

few spider legs

gliding

12 eyes on my forehead

bright

blinding

breathing words

inhaling fire

vibrating nerves

Gathering water from hearts full.

A thirst

quenched for those recently becoming loveless

god of unconditionally,

why are you leaving?

is the water too deep for you?

are you flooded?

Whatever,

the pen, the brush

are the only true loves known to me

smiling pleasantly

smile

smile

smile

smile

smile

warmest thing below me

warmest in the summer

warmer under blankets during winter

warmer than than a kiss in December

back to flying

going

shine your light

for darkness,

and it may protect