a loud vision

Angel chords over a rusty background
Once sounded clear, a serenity of heaven
A sunlight glimpse
Piercing through artificial fog
Of our separate dreams
Created within space fractured minds
A lifelong project
Dedicated from day 5
Not day 1
We were perfect at day 1
Happy.
Pure.
But like a misstroke on the canvas
Uncomfortable contentment
Dwells

First we learned to crawl
Than walk, before we run
Mindfully into walls
And then to fall
Far from the essence
Into a metaphorical adolescence
Of emotion
Making one’s only devotion
The search for the answer
To the secret
Of the hazy dismay
Of living

There is no secret
We search for eternal truth
That rests right under our nose
Like the misguided conception
Of a model’s im[perfect] pose
Strutting down the aisle of [judge]ment day
There is only one appraiser
With humanity in one hand
And eternity in the other
A [contest]ant’s veil lifted
Truth from disguise
Reality f[lies]
The costume of our minds
Curtain of the physical
From the being inside

Harvesting the crops inside
The winter
Clutches our heart
Squeezing like a stress ball
Again
And again
And again
A moment to relax
Straying into living color
Shades toned sharp
Flow
Wild strokes of the brush
Stressfully relaxing
While pursuing further into
Persistant desire, anger, lust, greed

[Misconcept]ed guidance
nourishes the seed
of a sunset
hidden
in clouds

Obstruct your senses
The Vision is Loud