“Paisley”

Wonder if the concrete shivers

Under the weight of the Purple Rain

wonder if they will have a moratorium

on the chemtrails

for at least 48 hours

 

you having just been given possession

of your God body

wonder if I will always believe they took you

they take so much from us

take our Mother Moses and make her into idol

take our idols and turn them white

 

they can not have you brother

these things you did

belong to us

you were, are, and always will be a Prince

with diamonds and pearls glistening

will always walk that thin line

between real and fairytale

 

a creation of creativity

a mountain surrounded by hills

in a valley of purple flowers

dancing till the ground submits

to the power inside your chord progression

a minster to the soul of less fortunate souls

that didn’t have the words

God gave to you

to give to us

So we wouldn’t feel so alone

 

We will grieve you alone

And together

But the music will cry itself to sleep…