Esoteric

"COPYRIGHT"
APRIL 22, 2016
WINSTON JAY JONES
ESOTERIC

ONE
If birds had wings,
I think they'd fly.
If you knew love, would you have passed me by?
You're so finely fractured, but rarely flawed.
Far less profound than you should be.
You don't look back?
Not much to see.
Just  burning signs of hypocrisy.

PRE-CHORUS
There's always a need,
Someone to feed.
Grinded grief, written in her heart.
Such graphic work,
some call it art.
Cold cut slices of a broken heart.

CHORUS
A windowless soul is just a hole.
The nooks n crannies of some minds,
are motel rooms to please the blind.
As her clock ticks half-passed pissed.
She's grown tired of chips without the dip.
Eyes and mirrors for a windowless soul.
Chanting words to shiver and make wishes stall.
They gonna steal your tires.
They wanna flatten your soul.

TWO
The fruit you pick,
I don't comprehend.
I've watched it turn to dust in clutched hands.
A thirst quenched by bitter verbs.
Chess moves played by the disturbed.
Still less profound then we could be.
she bites the dog that's biting me.
You looked back.
What did you see.
Those burning signs of hypocrisy?

THREE
You have no wings so you don't fly.
You were gifted words and that's why I cry.
I've read their script.
Way past their curtain, beyond our end.
I've seen a world where dogs don't bite.
In a land where bees won't sting.
You still gaze back and all you see.
are burned signs of pecksniffery.
I don't look back.
I don't want to see.
Those burning signs of possibilities.