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Follow your thoughts to a garden of ideas That grow on green trees, ripe for the picking Sweet cleansing rain falls from velveteen skies Each drop a word, every word a bomb Turn to see the look on your face And you're gone Off to some other ridiculous place Caught up with you, no easy feat that Almost got lost in translation Thank God you're a thief I'd be wandering aloud, alone in the woods Without those touchstones To set me back on course Fields of neon wheat and poppy seed Another shadow world Hidden behind curtains A poor man's veil This house is alive The wood, the mortar It moves, inhales, exhales It dances with the wind that blows From the southwest A breeze that breathes Some semblance of life into it's architecture Something for the old ghosts to dream about It's over my head They've chosen and called elders To propagate unreality Men who have believed a lie for so long They can convince it is the truth A subtle manipulation of the obvious It's not a game to them
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 1:06 PM UTC
As I Miss the Installation of the Elders
Follow your thoughts to a garden of ideas That grow on green trees, ripe for the picking Sweet cleansing rain falls from velveteen skies Each drop a word, every word a bomb Turn to see the look on your face And you're gone Off to some other ridiculous place Caught up with you, no easy feat that Almost got lost in translation Thank God you're a thief I'd be wandering aloud, alone in the woods Without those touchstones To set me back on course Fields of neon wheat and poppy seed Another shadow world Hidden behind curtains A poor man's veil This house is alive The wood, the mortar It moves, inhales, exhales It dances with the wind that blows From the southwest A breeze that breathes Some semblance of life into it's architecture Something for the old ghosts to dream about It's over my head They've chosen and called elders To propagate unreality Men who have believed a lie for so long They can convince it is the truth A subtle manipulation of the obvious It's not a game to them
james-arthur-casey
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 1:06 PM UTC
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