poetry from days past

crystalized forms of you play with my mind as I sit and I ponder and I watch the crowd die it's the air that I breath as I play in the snow and the tiger inside me that's dying to know where you look, what you feel who's inside is it real can the pain play today or is it hidden away will we dance will we sing can your heart be the thing that opens the door to what's hidden and in store for the masses~ the pit what the fuck's all this shit can I play yesterday and tomorrow delay all the hidden resistance all the masses and crowds do you dream do you wonder if it's all going to drown in my tears in your lies who's your new alibi i don’t know I don’t know I don’t know what’s the dance where’s the fun why’d you hide why’d you run are you sick and is there a chance?
to see shadows and fields and the gold on the hills when the sun fades away is the morning the same with your heart and my lies and the tears in your eyes never shed never led to the table and fed you still ache and you break those around your who take all the heavy filled years over a couple of beers~ where’s the truth in the midst did you ever suggest a plan or a deal it’s entirely to real for my head for my heart for the dearly departed ghosts from my past who linger and last while you talk and you speak all you do is just leak or bleed words from your mouth and your heart it goes south to the nostalgic years over a couple of beers that were waste, drunk in haste and the loneliness faced me straight smack in my mirror it brought forth all the fear from her and from him and from everyone of them from myself and from you and the pain and the rain and the awful delay of the sex and the rest of the deals and the steals of my dreams and of words and the nights where I get myself up into bed with these thoughts in my head dreaming in black and green and blue the colors the colors all for you the creator, the teacher, the lover, the friend till all this is gone~ here is the end