Colours Of Madness - Poem by Kevin East
In the yellow where the Tumparees live
There's a fellow keeps his dreams in a sieve
And washes his thoughts away
When the night breaks the heart of the day.
He rises when the Hopalees sleep
Gives prizes to the precious that weep
But it's grey to find so many sheep.
As the truth rings, like a bee stings
As the leech clings
Nivek then cries in the black
In the wind you can hear old Emit's whip crack
As spirit white falls into abyss
All down to a Wumpalee's kiss.
Blue sea- what you've done
Riding the warmth of a parting sun
Green eyes told Nivek he had to run
The spider died but the web was spun
Naj is to blame, but what's in a name- your price
Emotions won't suffice.
At last all visitors were leaving
Darts in the heart
Equals- basket weaving
A mind that shone, unpolished and gone
Like the sunset red
And his lover's yellow flame-
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