Pacing slowly
In the gallery of dreams.
On display to the masses,
The elegant and obscene.
Indescribably lost
In a forest of words.
Too quick to be caught,
Now muttering, absurd.
Invitation to
The cosmic dance.
Toss your handful of dreams
And ****** one by chance.
Hold it now, tightly to your chest.
Inhale deep the allure.
Earth now swallowing up
All the unjust and impure.
Misplaced somewhere in time.
Where fear survives.
Where when the sun goes down,
The soul comes alive.
Ancient, tribal chanting
Off in the distance of dark night.
Cloaked by the wind
With demonic grin
Across an ocean of fright.
Tribal dances on the
Shores of desire.
Lost in this world,
Awaiting the pathway,
Lit by moon and fire.
Strings have all snapped.
Chains busted at the link.
Stuck in the gallery of dreams
Amongst memories of which
You cannot unthink.
Mar 19, 2012
Mar 19, 2012 at 1:28 PM UTC
Pacing slowly
In the gallery of dreams.
On display to the masses,
The elegant and obscene.
Indescribably lost
In a forest of words.
Too quick to be caught,
Now muttering, absurd.
Invitation to
The cosmic dance.
Toss your handful of dreams
And ****** one by chance.
Hold it now, tightly to your chest.
Inhale deep the allure.
Earth now swallowing up
All the unjust and impure.
Misplaced somewhere in time.
Where fear survives.
Where when the sun goes down,
The soul comes alive.
Ancient, tribal chanting
Off in the distance of dark night.
Cloaked by the wind
With demonic grin
Across an ocean of fright.
Tribal dances on the
Shores of desire.
Lost in this world,
Awaiting the pathway,
Lit by moon and fire.
Strings have all snapped.
Chains busted at the link.
Stuck in the gallery of dreams
Amongst memories of which
You cannot unthink.
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