The Skies are Red and Violet

Iím flowing down smoothly

† Into my breath at the back

††††††††††† of my mind

Iím slowing down truly

† Into a method of

†††† A Transient Life


The skies are black and pink

† with your eyes behind one peak

†††† And your lies behind another pink

††† the skies are black and pink


Iím growing up cruelly

† Hammered by society into

†††† a not square hole

Iím blowing up shrewdly

††††††† spending everything

†††† to find my soul


The skies are Red and Violet


Brett Simpson - 1996

California Writings

Copyright © 1996 by Brett A. Simpson, All Rights Reserved, World Rights Reserved