Manic Uproar

Empty words, empty blankets sit amongst the shimmers of the cold lacking the heat of the soul
It seems that nothingness is about, glimmers of hope and hacking of the breath to take its toll
No ones knows, no one can know, ignorance is the only emperor of mind to bring solace
In the shimmers of the cold on this earth of deep passion and feeling of deep abyss
Narcissistic, empty sometimes the world seems…but with manic uproar
A shake of the conscience and the dreams of more and more
~Sunshine peaks, water ripples, and gives up
To drink and be the diamond in the cup
To sparkle and reflect all the color
That angels love to wear

And again…the manic uproar to bring in the time so long gone, coming back like yesterday
And again…the empty blankets, the cold wood, complacent thoughts and leaden way
Becoming so heavy and poisonous, tripping the breath into that deep abyss
Becoming what no one knows…no one can know…the mind to bring solace

Empty words, filled words, a sparkle, a crash, a marriage, a love, a listen of simple words
The simple life, or the complicated life…the life not at all, the flight and song of birds
So many wishes, undertaken, pursued, looked at, but what dreams may come
That torment the soul and tarry with trouble, uncompleted with some
Its just string of time…the string of life…the manic uproar will be
To be free of ignorance to know the ignorance is the key