The myriad of possibilities
enliven my ******** semantics
somewhere to go when
my slippers tell me not to
The words that i exhale
are the engine that fuels imagination
something to sustain when
my noggin is void
The vibrancies that rattle me
attribute to the found experience
somehow they strum
when my heartstrings are mute
The mountains that topple me
serve demise to my slippery friends
someways i have adapted
now i listen to blue boots
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 1:54 PM UTC
The myriad of possibilities
enliven my ******** semantics
somewhere to go when
my slippers tell me not to
The words that i exhale
are the engine that fuels imagination
something to sustain when
my noggin is void
The vibrancies that rattle me
attribute to the found experience
somehow they strum
when my heartstrings are mute
The mountains that topple me
serve demise to my slippery friends
someways i have adapted
now i listen to blue boots