is usurped by need

(sneaky little bastard)

yes, to have ink and skin when already imprinted with the magic of life

indeed…

what if i told you about a tattoo of greed?

one where many flee to?

flaunting desire and passion

gripped by feelings themselves bound tightly in chains.

(sipping more brandy in a pure lead class filled with ice)

Mankind muddles with ideas and artistic folly; beauty?

maybe to sober eyes or horrors of nightmare dreams.

There is a tattoo dancing upon the hand. Changing with dragons breath and the fairies piss of deceit…

(sipping)

there…did you feel the colors?

Swept into a bin of black and white only to embrace once more the untold numbers of color and life.

Dance children; sing with voices with untold pictures come to life.

Do you now see my tattoo?

Life.

Life.

Life.

Forever and ever more.

(ahhhh….)

once again i have a hold and hold the glimpse of hope.