Tik tock click glock a two edged blade the pendulum slits another cog flips an inch to the left a ear to the right everyone heard none exactly saw one die for another.
I am a feeble man with hopefull thoughts I face my gravestone THINKING of dead poets their words are restless and forever out there seeking those in need. There in silence in the still of the sight I RiP.
Where parallels collide one wallowing in the wind one slipping from the sun suffering in vain swarms over the eclipse where love survives over pain butterfly and moth are best left alone flying in the rain.
Today I saw a butterfly. flying in the rain what an inspiration a miracle me thinks? #trancending adversity #swarms over the eclipse
I am a feeble man with hapless thoughts I face my gravestone THINKING of dead poets their words are restless and forever out there seeking those in need. There in silence in the still of the sight I RiP.
I still remember the time I felt immortal I do remember the times I am immortal I believe in the dream I am immortal I do remember what and everywhere I am immortal when and everywhere I am loved by the ones who loved me back.
North, South, East, West. A bad brother automatically abused a drunk father fundamentally removed a twisted sister consciously refused a dead mother genetically re-used by people who eat people,. Kings and Queens of the Zombiglobe.
He writes of the spaces in between where few actually notice taking note of movements like blowing a whistle he nibbles on his quill observing shadows below his lantern.
Black bombs fly religious people lie sky scrapers cleric capers THOSE!!!! archaic papers rise here human dwelling must crumble and masses must die. WHERE ARE THEY GOING TO??????? in this barren space of Arabic land feet aimlessly plod the elderly pray widows wail orphans weep and babies cry on the order 1947 sacked from a place called heaven waves in a sandstorm 40 nights and 40 more.... THOSE!!!! ghouls are rotten to the core killing innocence and much, much more....
Where paths cross people meet some stay over for a while others disappear completely some staved the cane the rear view mirror was never a path to their aim.
You can look at life Camouflage hate think of the stars and disengage love spin it around inside out upside down and you will find at the end of the matrix stood a clown.
People will have their opinions, disturbingly here we are miles apart, concurrent living under moss mowing another's grass, a tumultuous blast. Love stood up living in the past.
Happiness and laughter love and sadness, turn a heart inside out choose a partner or grab a pawn a few things true much more false zion pulsed or hells pass stay woke wake at dawn vicissitude are such a natural born.
Some people say fools is a Rush-Inn I haven't got a clue, in between Sunday's river and Monday's blue the place called A rose in the moon or maybe., A moth in the mirror perhaps a firefly in bloom. Love ain't easy though occasionally, awkwardly acute.