trembling, she buttoned up each catch to hide the melody burned into her skin

my ramona

set free too long ago
a song sent to be heard only in twilight

your face has new lines — none of which sing
these are straighter, without rhythm
you have been reconstructed into a sketch
a new art claims your body
a new artist claims your body

why do you let your canvas have such a possessive audience?

beauty leaks from your ballads
you are not a pen stroke

my ramona

a.m.

the watercolour bleeding
into acrylic vermillion paint

the brush strokes of our lives
blending to create

a beautiful piece of art
made by our own two hands

This/ you/  we/ could go in
Any direction.
But... I hope you'll/...
We'll -- write a song!

Sometimes I sit around and talk to myself
Then I choose to write it down
I’m trying to figure out if I’ve gone crazy
Because I’m addicted to the sound

The music wont stop
Because when the beat drops
Its what makes the culture come around
It doesn’t matter if they think you’re lazy
They’ll be crazy about your sound

When you see the whole is much greater than the sum
We are all breed of many colours as one
Tribe

Bless this mess
There’s too many confessions to make
The last mistake I made
Was to underestimate

That there’s a limit to the past though
It stops with what we choose
To put our clever mind on
So if you’re living in the past dear
I suggest you come along

When you see the whole is much greater than the sum
We are all breed of many colours as one
Tribe

Sometimes I sit around and talk to myself
And when I say it all out loud
It starts to feel more like that I’m awakening
Its the awakening of the sound
Yes there is no mistaking
Its the awakening of the sound

Some people deserve
To have poems written about them
Songs composed
Sketches drawn
Novels made
All about them
All that type of stuff
Should come into existence
All
Because
Of
Them.
Also I've realised
Most things
Labelled "You"
Just happen to be masterpieces.
Because "You", whoever you are
Are the reason
For people to create
Something absolutely
Utterly
Irrevocably
Beautiful.
That's kind of a wonderful way
To think about it
Isn't it?

The poets hand drags his graphite & somthing is created
One of a kind from a unique mind
Synopsis turned tangible
A legend by work, but name lost to time

By Arcassin B & C D K


CDK : Your Love Bridges the hole in my heart,
The one left vacuous by abandonment.
Connecting synapses long since forgot,
Filling spaces with passion , not sought.
AB : Healing cartilage of my inner thoughts,
Are the things that bind while working as one.
If you feel great depression in your soul,
I'll be there to be the armor of the absolute one.

I had dreams of creating another human with you,
in a silence that i can't hide anymore.

There was no doubt in my mind that my emotions
would eventually get the best of me,
just to see it walk out the door.

CDK : Your Love Bridges the hole in my heart,
The one left vacuous by abandonment.
Connecting synapses long since forgot,
Filling spaces with passion , not sought.
AB : Healing cartilage of my inner thoughts,
Are the things that bind while working as one.
If you feel great depression in your soul,

I'll be there to be the armor of the absolute one.