Rainbow Rain & Rails

We dwelt a storm, this furious scream, as contending contentions. Our moments crossed, those seconds of clarity, where points were reckoned; to see this goddess, at war with hats, while driven this bee hive; this far—my Love, broken in shards, where pieces sing of glory: that infamous tear, as barred this dance—peering at rubric eyes. It shouldn’t be real, this brilliant science, at odds with vocal awareness; but this is life, as conditioned this walk, a group of thoughts—embedded wings.  I cried your heart, to sentence this anger, while love trickled ajar; as bedded within, while seeping forward, this tale of mystics; to love you more, this torn affect, where moments scream of passions; that inner friction, this pick for souls, as pricking where minds grow stubborn. We awaken contempt, as familiarity, to ponder, “He couldn’t remember”; this false impression, to tinkle with nonsense, at once, a terror this mirror; where arts perish, as feuds emerge, where no one is playing therapist. This shouldn’t be life, a child as kingdom—our hearts as dearly suspicious—as casted for such, to wonder of knowingness, where voices seem evasive. I died this light, wrapped in tears, to know us as adversaries; this false infusion, where ours are sensitive, an ink-jar as eczema—this torrid scratch, while blood trickles—our flesh embedded with scars; to see this angst, as breaking through arts—this immortal charm; for this is true—this polarity light, to seem as bad until voice is spoken. It shouldn’t be love, as countryside fire, where silence is deemed as appropriate; for it must be feelings, this nameless soul, seeking while searching for clearance; this thing of wars, as featured in eyes, where to impress is mere delusion; so more to truths, this way of souls, as drifting into this place of confusions; as found in lives, as torn through souls, this inner wedge.  I want to live, this vest of stars, featured as inner voices; to dance afar, as gaining entrance, this vessel of hidden pains; but love is stealth, adrift that tune, while pushing through extensive traffic; where this is life, a friend as refuge, captured as an unlikely soul; to fall as broken, these parts to adventure, at odds with probing feelings.