You can take the fields of gold and silver,
Blue skies too,
We started out so young and full of potential,
Now we are broken and bruised,
You can take your hard earned pay checks
Your twisted words to save the deep end of the wound,
But this won’t save you from the rafters
Of the manic heart
The soaked lightning fuel to fire
From the anxiety in a room
The deal makers
And the users
The madmen make deals with death
Hoping for more time
Building cities on a stack of cards …
We buy a new car today knowing we will be told it’s used in 12 months
We have 52 weeks of fashion
Compelling us our scarf isn’t good enough
And we must be bored in silence
Go go go out and find something new
How do you protect the manic heart from the beating of the storm
He said he used to have hobbies
Now he didn’t know himself anymore
She said she used to be beautiful
But that was before the light left the room
Admiration is not a human need
How do we fight against the children screaming to be the next
Influencer online
Idle chatt
No prayers offered to gods
Just mice swiping for the next big hit
I feel myself
In her arms
And with her asleep on my chest
I feel
A little less alone in the dark
All the light is building from a candle
On the table
And it keeps us warm through the night ….
One candle can fight off the coldness from a storm …
Open arms that calm
The mind that races in the rafters of the manic heart …
– E
Regarding Samuel 