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Austin Mosher Jun 2013
All the televisions have eyes,
Theatrical espionage.
Please mind the gap,
And do not sit too close.
Electric revelry
Flows in three dimensions.
Quenching of one dimensional windows.
Optical murals of other men's dreams.
Austin Mosher Jun 2013
Turn off your eyes,
And follow the beat.
Sun in the skies,
Singeing concrete feet.
The beat,
In the beginning.
The beat,
Throughout the middle.
The beat's,
Final lonely thud
In the end.
Austin Mosher Jun 2013
Sand castles
Amber sands
Washed away
By blue hues.
Wake up and smell the lilac bushes.
Drift away beneath the cool shadows-
Tides of the ground,
Waxing, waning
One with the sun.
Let's make way for
Evolution dwelling within my eyes.
Spiritual avarice, feeding the
Comatose giant,
Chained to porous walls
Wolves are almost free,
The moon is calling.
I must heed the celestial communion.
Erogenous tempest raging in the clouds,
Shades of blue swirl with shades
Of emerald and red.
Chromatic souls breeding,
Building new sand castles.
Austin Mosher May 2013
See the night sky awaken the day,
With an infantry of illusions.
Hear the sirens song,
Echo though the pines.
Taste the colors of the setting sun,
Radiate light from your silent tongue.
Smell reality,
Slip away from you
Slowly
S L O W L Y
Can you smell incestuous senses?
This is place is now my reality.
Austin Mosher May 2013
Just wanted to take a second
And thank all the users on here
For all the support you've given.
You make me strive for improvement.
As someone relatively new
To this art form,
Inspiration
You've given me
Is immeasurable.
Thank you
A.M.

*Not enough people show their gratitude towards others anymore
Austin Mosher May 2013
Errogenous canopy of liquid trees
Firestorm lioness running with the breeze
The indigunous priest absquatulating
To Saturn's rustic Chamber
The stars splintering both eyes
I can hear voices inside the mason jar
The chill in my spine awakening the Czar.

I cannot remember the last time I d r e a m e d
Austin Mosher May 2013
I keep counting on time,
But I'm not very good with numbers.
Jigsaw box in the hickory chest,
Lies empty, just like all the rest

Foxless hound howling,
Only ears of his echo to hear.
Canyon walls cry in the summer rain,
Lion's pride look past the Golden Mane
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