Eyes Like Coloured Shrapnel by Frank Allen

I did this 2 years back

A Silver Mt Zion C’mon C’mon an Endless longing
Heres the poem I improvised to go with it
Eyes Sharp like Shrapnel,

I saw the dew,
there was the feedback,
between your trusted Empty interior,
I felt for the cavity,
A Stare, a causal glance,
a trial by fire,
to tear free,
and then a chance,
yet thoughts like scribbling,
They feed from the heavens,
After they rain down in Finish,
below we grasp at shards,
reaching for metallic feelings,
Sipping on the Juices of the Void,
A empty sentence,
a walk in a direction,
a meaningless exchange,
a sense of regret,
a freedom so revealing,
Peace in the sky,
bring forward the emptiness,
the blinding of light,
twins though crippled,
fire comes from there hands,
Eyes like Shrapnel,
Eyes like Shrapnel,
Eyes like Shrapnel,
Eyes like Shrapnel,

Eyes like Shrapnel…………..

First poem in over a Decade written abstractly than the order shifted a little whilst listening to a Silver Mount Zion
Frank Louis Allen 17.36 GMT 03-12-11


Really Jolly Doodle for the start of this week, Its got a mix of Playful and commotion about It, sounds like my last weekend. Markers in an A2 Sketch Pad.

Cant remember, or don’t know what I was listening to with Mel when I drew This. So I’ll just post a good song with It. I’ve been in a bit of a Attention Deficit hyper focused, exhausted state this weekend, so pleased Ive kept posting.

Song is  really Cool by Frank Black sort of match’s how im feeling right now lol

Did some really trippy ones over the weekend brought on by Exhaustion.

– Thanks for looking Frank x

— at Mels Place again.