*With words I am a figure of conjuring movements
My hands detail words silently they breath
Upon reality*
Form
Breath
Solidify
*Upon this place of life through phrases,
I play a chess board of moves thought out,
Not in moment but in millennia's
As for each action their is a reaction that
Moves slowly or instantaneously*
Moment,
Time,
Patience
*Is a virtue as my words whisper on the
Chest board of light and darkness, I
Mummer on the playing field of both,
I am the words heard in ears, like an echo
Of a thought they cognitively thought their own,*
Words
Blend
Power
*And I am of neither or both.
I am of the order where words were spoken,
And hand gestured upon the air, reality its self
Bent to our thoughts,
we are what is, was, to come to the dawn
Night shall fall and when it arises once again
We will be their to guide with the words gestured with hand.*
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 12:52 PM UTC
*With words I am a figure of conjuring movements
My hands detail words silently they breath
Upon reality*
Form
Breath
Solidify
*Upon this place of life through phrases,
I play a chess board of moves thought out,
Not in moment but in millennia's
As for each action their is a reaction that
Moves slowly or instantaneously*
Moment,
Time,
Patience
*Is a virtue as my words whisper on the
Chest board of light and darkness, I
Mummer on the playing field of both,
I am the words heard in ears, like an echo
Of a thought they cognitively thought their own,*
Words
Blend
Power
*And I am of neither or both.
I am of the order where words were spoken,
And hand gestured upon the air, reality its self
Bent to our thoughts,
we are what is, was, to come to the dawn
Night shall fall and when it arises once again
We will be their to guide with the words gestured with hand.*
