Sounds up the Valentine Glory-War Hear these sounds pile up at the states Of the Valentine glory to reap the ear Up to the spits and the adaptations So to match the goose-monger war, Hear these sounds up to the war of the reapers Where my life could go get bashed to the hurt – Where pain and sorrow would never know Why I had to break a dime And crack the case of the rhyme, Where I turned my life into the break of a song, Where my days got sped doing all the wrong, Where my cries went out to the cabled vices Churned in on my fancy to simmer or sully out my mind – Crush it, Fold it all you can, Crush my mind and have – Life thawed up in the circumstances of a real Pillowed jean – Yet I’ll gleam at this one When the stutters clear me to the bell-raisers of today, Where I play the dice and where I play all the might of the sound and where I Brush aside all bullshit components out to grab The ready-made aspect of my mind, Sent out to the nicks of time – Brushed, Swollen, Bathed mind, Simmering out to the craftsmanship Of today’s life and dried reasons Pocketed in for the day! 2014 ©
Posted on: Sun, 27 Jul 2014 09:41:54 +0000
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