I know now We weren't writtin' in the stars The one's gallantly gathering Beautifully gleaming Gloomy days Rotten away An angel covered in ash Shaken anew Wings sprayed array You thought I lost something When the truth came anew Thought I was so hypnotized in your symphonic gaze haha Such an asinine child you are with a sloppy face Once was my rock My gold plated armor Now similar to a fossilized plant A potent sin stuck in a eulogy With a whiff of the law and attraction I know now something I hadn't before... How to read the stars A revelation of the 4th kind Being aware will suit you well You see the smile I spread? It's silently masquerading just for you A ball all in it's own Hand made masks describing every word said between me and you I am so content Like a pussy willow on a warm summers sunny spreading rayful day Summertime sadness someone once refrained from thinking My 4th kind pleasantly glimpsing a second or two For now I will contend with this Truth For without I cannot sin ; ) .....So irrevocably consumed.. -Robbie Watson
Dark, dark, dark is my night So embellished Shimmering with a plaguing brightness Solemnly interested I am caught in your web Your constricted bind The one that rectifies ....and waits ... Never casting my doubts out or the least bit away ...Twist, twist, crack, burn! I slash my dreary nights ...Dancing in a starry night Tisking my dark dark lullaby away Tasking Bullet proof font My moral attributes Rights to refuse ...perhaps..scolding of dancing naked in a late night moonlit pond? Not the least bit weary Dark, dark, dark Shall be many nights ...For a dreamer is only as much as he can contain In a dream On a dark, dark cold night -Robbie Watson
Where do I begin To tell the sweet love story that could have been? Where do I start ? He was the summer rain The one that gave meaning to the simmering pavement He filled my heart With endearing things My own imaginings Still I'm never alone I reached for his hand I thought it was there The day it came so close My eyes closed Disappearing walls around me It all became truth It was just a breeze on a summers day The one that began The than that is now And never been -Robbie Watson
I've seen better days The one that shines like an earthquake in the shinning sun Reverberating off our skin in high altitudes Making us feel No distaste ...Imitating nature with scoundrels on my back ...Life imitates art Yet there is no signature under the painting I've seen better days The one's the swans swoon to the lake for The one's the fairy's dance in mid air All imitators not noticing The better day's are yet to come Hopefully it will be a day Bringing all to their knees Well call it a reckoning The one that pledged to change We'll see better days Like a floating plane in high altitude Like a cherry blossom sprouting once again for the 100th time We'll see better day's because if we do not hope We can not live Because without hope Well We really wouldn't be living at all .....my art is never completed It sits and waits for a wandering eye -Robbie Watson
