Post by angelmoonrise on Jan 22, 2014 7:14:18 GMT -5
A myriad fusion of different colours
That spins endlessly into an oblivion
Rainbow of scarlet golds and silvery green
And while these colours are spinning round
Nothing else remains to be seen, but look
for there beyond the fusion is the signature
of confusion as it rolls around in a ball of
amusement and as these emotions are blind-sighted
by the power of humiliation, these patterns have
struck a deal with the magic of illumination
and as the channelling takes place in transformation
we’re off with the fun of consultation and as we consult
the oracle that’s half spent its energies in jubilation
we’re fussing over the lack of energy in frustration
but as the spinning sensation stops to breathe
the we in the equation may take its leave
and while the fuss is being sorted out
you’re left with me without a doubt
for as the ball of colours keeps on spinning
as you keep betting on all your winnings
I’m just sitting here wondering what’s been done
as countless numbers and words are spun
for its without words that meanings are spent
and its without the meanings that questions are lent
with half borrowed answers that leaves us wanting more
with half answered questions that only show you part of a door
and as time goes on the ball still spins it’s colours forever changing
but what I’m left with is the voice of reason pushing me in
the right direction and as you encourage me further that way
I’m still blind-sighted by the colours of constant changes
and overwhelmed by the ball that keeps on spinning
and now you’re no longer thinking about winning or the thrill
of the fascination and the anticipation I’m not so worried
about the illumination or the humiliation
for my fears are vanquished just like they said
but the ball of colours will spin throughout life
and until after we’re dead and even in death
the light, it shines because I am yours
just as you are mine and that’s what is written
between the rhymes for love as long
as it may continue to be will carry on spinning...
For Eternity
That spins endlessly into an oblivion
Rainbow of scarlet golds and silvery green
And while these colours are spinning round
Nothing else remains to be seen, but look
for there beyond the fusion is the signature
of confusion as it rolls around in a ball of
amusement and as these emotions are blind-sighted
by the power of humiliation, these patterns have
struck a deal with the magic of illumination
and as the channelling takes place in transformation
we’re off with the fun of consultation and as we consult
the oracle that’s half spent its energies in jubilation
we’re fussing over the lack of energy in frustration
but as the spinning sensation stops to breathe
the we in the equation may take its leave
and while the fuss is being sorted out
you’re left with me without a doubt
for as the ball of colours keeps on spinning
as you keep betting on all your winnings
I’m just sitting here wondering what’s been done
as countless numbers and words are spun
for its without words that meanings are spent
and its without the meanings that questions are lent
with half borrowed answers that leaves us wanting more
with half answered questions that only show you part of a door
and as time goes on the ball still spins it’s colours forever changing
but what I’m left with is the voice of reason pushing me in
the right direction and as you encourage me further that way
I’m still blind-sighted by the colours of constant changes
and overwhelmed by the ball that keeps on spinning
and now you’re no longer thinking about winning or the thrill
of the fascination and the anticipation I’m not so worried
about the illumination or the humiliation
for my fears are vanquished just like they said
but the ball of colours will spin throughout life
and until after we’re dead and even in death
the light, it shines because I am yours
just as you are mine and that’s what is written
between the rhymes for love as long
as it may continue to be will carry on spinning...
For Eternity