Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Sun's Colors

Sun's blazing the red glare of anger upon my shoulders,
While I glower at the hate in the corner.
Trying to rub away the sunburns of dilapidation
While the surge of electric stupidity
Runs through and through my spine.
I am ready to tackle only the certain sunspots
That rain down a hailstorm of fury upon my relations,
Yet I am not ready to be taken upon
A ray of sunlight to the promise land,
A land where the weather is only as I see it.
And my vision is blurred in a flurry of snow
That has blinded me to more obvious things.
So maybe I was only always seeing red hot madness.

September 6, 2004

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