The Most Beautiful Thing: Complex Beauty


Watching summer caught by winds
Grey clouds shroud mysterious ways
Biting cold strangles to epic surrender
Tearful rain breaks stormy screams

Melodic murmurs boil senses red
Yellow crimes haze battle weary minds
Poverty grips green grind’s growing circle
Riveting blues play nights away

Old wise tramp kisses cool cracked concrete
Devouring butter fried bread in sweet misery
Distant city lights becomes temporal stars
Desperation stirs stimulated death to reality

Moonlit sky drives dense rhythmic air
Floating memories help mould unholy wisdom
Frozen eyes thawed by echoing varied cries
Abstract beauty form my visions of heaven


Heh. Both on sailing near the edge, eh?


Big up, understamentinizz...*rolls eyes*...