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Search your soul, linger till you grow Old in fields of gold, rain comes so does the hope Hostile buildings flying around the head, like buzzing bees Criminalizing every last convict Coining every last name in the prison register Treason and trainwrecks have conviction in common Break the tough chains, with tough breaks Tinkering like thirty-years Breeding and birth is a part of the fleeting memory, of high and dry Try and you can quench the thirst of a couple of people at the end of the road and the rotation of crowds Brimming with satisfaction, I can't find the child that's always dissatisfied A bridge on time of carnage would be better than burning the commodores ****** mysteries and bebop, tell you can light your own enigma Lady luck is fickle, she got razor-sharp claws and got 'em all Too bad she tears up the fateful roads that are meant to cross-point like the stars on Moonlight drive Fear in the darkness and in the loathing of Las Vegas Leers and glances of the beatnik and bookish boys, gracing every with their masculine advances Being bums and being contended Pardon me, c'est la vie, cinema mon amour The shards of saviors slashing samurai swords and serried sands Lands, composed the Magna Carta of the time and sending off The harakiri killed the suicide solution, the feudal times with Japan in the cherry blossom Trees falling transient photos, stills on the artist within, touch the sword Can't get the arrows and bows, quip, fly the mistakes by the taste of killing stakes Bleeding soldiers, in the thousand men in gracious faceless Read-write the scrolls that stand the test, emptiness is just a reflection of the blind Eye to eye, blinking can't avert an artist's eyes This is the hummingbird that hides, the cusp of time and cutting vernacular The chirping and belonging of the terse stories of the counts and countesses of the summer loathing Heralding the sun, and it's God in the sands of time and talk of tides Working like the winds and winding solar clocks, and lunar dials Tellin' and reelin' in the direction of the red skies, see where they make their mirages
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Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 6:50 PM UTC
Hummingbird Hides
Search your soul, linger till you grow Old in fields of gold, rain comes so does the hope Hostile buildings flying around the head, like buzzing bees Criminalizing every last convict Coining every last name in the prison register Treason and trainwrecks have conviction in common Break the tough chains, with tough breaks Tinkering like thirty-years Breeding and birth is a part of the fleeting memory, of high and dry Try and you can quench the thirst of a couple of people at the end of the road and the rotation of crowds Brimming with satisfaction, I can't find the child that's always dissatisfied A bridge on time of carnage would be better than burning the commodores ****** mysteries and bebop, tell you can light your own enigma Lady luck is fickle, she got razor-sharp claws and got 'em all Too bad she tears up the fateful roads that are meant to cross-point like the stars on Moonlight drive Fear in the darkness and in the loathing of Las Vegas Leers and glances of the beatnik and bookish boys, gracing every with their masculine advances Being bums and being contended Pardon me, c'est la vie, cinema mon amour The shards of saviors slashing samurai swords and serried sands Lands, composed the Magna Carta of the time and sending off The harakiri killed the suicide solution, the feudal times with Japan in the cherry blossom Trees falling transient photos, stills on the artist within, touch the sword Can't get the arrows and bows, quip, fly the mistakes by the taste of killing stakes Bleeding soldiers, in the thousand men in gracious faceless Read-write the scrolls that stand the test, emptiness is just a reflection of the blind Eye to eye, blinking can't avert an artist's eyes This is the hummingbird that hides, the cusp of time and cutting vernacular The chirping and belonging of the terse stories of the counts and countesses of the summer loathing Heralding the sun, and it's God in the sands of time and talk of tides Working like the winds and winding solar clocks, and lunar dials Tellin' and reelin' in the direction of the red skies, see where they make their mirages
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aditya-roy
28/M/New Delhi, India
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 6:50 PM UTC
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