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mandala lama Jan 2014
the glass on the door sees more than before and more than you really need know
until zombies came calling and pushing and clawing
the secret was safe in the vault
young brother and sister or mrs and mister their love it wasn’t a choice
like the night circus, a monochrome ruckus, her beat upholding his voice
mandala lama Jan 2014
all the skin, in the sun, freckles bloom and we are one..
then the night, under moon, race to kiss and we’re in love
dew descends, dawn and friends, coffee cups and we are kin
porch swing blues, peach skies too, haunting smile and we’re alone
mandala lama Jan 2014
skin in circles spike like super
novas
down in the hall
there’s no lights and all
i see is sparks
skull sober.  no wonder.
just a change of pace.. lord..
a savior full of grace
dust to desolation
mimic or degrade him
we all need some saving
these days of exaltation
mandala lama Jan 2014
out of secrets hear... him cry
it’s not the newness... of the night
it’s tha armies... of who’s right
and the fallen... taking flight
out a slammed door hit the cold floor his bird’s engine roars
down a blue street ...clenched fists.. leather seat
dress in soaked swirl ...just a little girl
he takes a fast turn.. all his world was her
where’s this hate, from better dead than numb?
dress in red swamp
he’s got the pedal stomped
better off together
their love will last forever
mandala lama Jan 2014
the birds sound the same
one mile from the waves
and the wood panel grave
still sallows the face
the pace of life is slow, oh, oh, and a sunrise makes a day
and you can waste all your's away, but know
you chose the child’s play
mandala lama Dec 2013
wake up in the morning feeling like cobain, grab my needles, i'm on the floor. now i'm splattered brains.
mandala lama Dec 2013
in the lost land of wild everyone's a child and
there's a boy there
a fire sign for sure and
his smile's like a long sword,
his heart beats like a hummingbird
you think you know his secrets
think he really means it
when he answers all your dreams with
the prowess of a king
but his eyes don't ever change
he's the book but you're the page
it will only take everything
to close the sill and lose your wings
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