Gallivanting on the streets ,
in the light of the dark,
not a tree on the ground,
not a star; not a sparkle .
I walk further,
and hear the,
voices of creatures,
welcoming or warning me.... in whispers.
**Enter this narrow lane.
Silence will hit the sane.
wish you were dreaming
your screaming , your screaming**
*The nervous smile;
in desperation.
the shattered look;
emasculation.
lost to another nation;
filled with admiration.*
courageous thoughts of there to dwell;
(a place between heaven and hell;)
but the wrong decision of back to turn;
and the wrong decision on earth to burn.
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 6:52 AM UTC
Gallivanting on the streets ,
in the light of the dark,
not a tree on the ground,
not a star; not a sparkle .
I walk further,
and hear the,
voices of creatures,
welcoming or warning me.... in whispers.
**Enter this narrow lane.
Silence will hit the sane.
wish you were dreaming
your screaming , your screaming**
*The nervous smile;
in desperation.
the shattered look;
emasculation.
lost to another nation;
filled with admiration.*
courageous thoughts of there to dwell;
(a place between heaven and hell;)
but the wrong decision of back to turn;
and the wrong decision on earth to burn.
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