(The sun will always be there to provide some inspiration) folding folding hues folding deep thin air devoured its seeding a droplet sears the stillness of space dissolved narry aflicter wavers its light breath seeping through shapes solved heaving about shade after been shaved gentials swimming formless nature of nature busting in flames growing silent fury of element glowing eternity ripples reaching for capture found oxygen needy of oxygen folding hues of perfect white silk in flowing a gentile-yellow overlaps ?apolvaultsintherep? past dancing edges ?orange? by fusing the warm casing of winds spinning shadows between the fragile billion of its shed and passionateer dust roaring tender toward immortal brains replenished to brinks dissappeared prisoner to its purity and nothing more prisoner to its pure im tired of being hard headed being in sweated bedded with my past self regretted had to ?used to chill? climbin down the molehill of made of my inate and a child still laughing but the future isnt as bight at the parliament evidence is not a problem ?ive been up here? since the days of shakespeare my poems pour problems heres to what ive become the sun will always be there to provide some inspiration until im a figure in a museum i remain in the amusment of ??? and evasion remove my finger from your chest these words were not made to seal your ?liberts? of ignorance if the sludge was ever left im emphatic inadequate in this till i can once again become fathomed wish i could grasp my torso but it slips through my hands like my hands it all comes hand in hand with primitive grip by there i grope angrily bubbling its changing me my whole outlook hey ma look at me no form! ?? on the notebook im not the man i was on my last endeavor the rest of you shut up i lack the ability to pull myself back together nature of nature bursting the sun will always be there to provide some inspiration clarifying cobwebs and corners give me that warm feeling contained chaos replaced with natural gracefulness being surrounded by wax youd swear i was a dj even in this nocturnal life i never see the light of day (so may) i wander through my enwrapped body to try and find the pinnacle of my presence my totally pure state of mind overtalk gets cheated only in darkness i am truly living for my immediate partner for the light he was born forgiving standing tall and thin you cant really make out my mask the life span i was handed is desparing depressingly fast ive seen 40 nights but i cant recall any days my peak is starting curled connecting with the wind, it sways i interact with my co-horts who illuminate various spaces masters, meeting my match on a regular basis i wait while the second hand keeps moving and stopping surrounding cylinders are quickly dripping and sopping feeding puddles in which i envisioned my own reflection growing closer to the ground level section by section previously i stood erect how i long for a dusk or dawn of yesternights witnessing peoples rights and peoples wrongs symphony playing in the background to elevate my mood, i compact becoming well aware that my ending existence is a fact thoughts flash back a being closer to the ceiling clarifying cobwebs and corners give me that warm feeling feeling cheated for all the energy i relinquish near my dying cry as my soul is slowly extinguished you can count on me to hold steady let end and drip down can count on me whenever youre ready to shed a glimpse of light on whatever the situation is the contained chaos replaced with natural gracefulnes ive felt em come and go you aint different then the rest of them different colors different scented ones nothin changes but the auroa and i only notice a slight renderin and it secures my existence my usefulness depends on em im immobile inanimate a feeble decoration for this inadequate planet i took no part in creatin so i make my reality consume my space to play an intricate role behind those shadows on your face foundation never needed to be the shine illumination im content with my place and time affilitaion reap desire hunger for solidarity traces of your visit and depart your scattered my heart is matted with your remains but nothing matters next to the fact is fashions just how were arranged its all deranged how your smiles really a frown cuz once you burn up melt down ill still be around its like that nature of nature bursting the sun will always be there to provide some inspiration clarifying cobwebs and corners give me that warm feeling the contained chaos replaced with natural gracefulness ~ youtube/watch?v=ol5PHzY5I8U
Posted on: Wed, 08 Oct 2014 22:18:59 +0000
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