(no subject)
praise be to happy mediums
the happy mediums of me
those squinted eyes through frames much to brown to be noticed
the dirt finger facade of red
only to be beautiful-simply beautiful
like those who arent me
they come in plenty
they see the coming of the sun
forgetting those, of me's, of us's that render through the misty clouds
forgetting our easy meanings
beacuse were much too clouded with water
and aluminum rememberances
ive seen arches
and blues
and the sun-skinned demigods
that walk upon me
that prove that god is a skilled inventor
yet rested during my molding
but planted this smile
and these rising cheeks
that go o'er looked
day by day.
praise be to happy mediums
the happy mediums of me
the happy mediums of me
those squinted eyes through frames much to brown to be noticed
the dirt finger facade of red
only to be beautiful-simply beautiful
like those who arent me
they come in plenty
they see the coming of the sun
forgetting those, of me's, of us's that render through the misty clouds
forgetting our easy meanings
beacuse were much too clouded with water
and aluminum rememberances
ive seen arches
and blues
and the sun-skinned demigods
that walk upon me
that prove that god is a skilled inventor
yet rested during my molding
but planted this smile
and these rising cheeks
that go o'er looked
day by day.
praise be to happy mediums
the happy mediums of me