The speech of the great saints
From the mythical era unknown Strangely echos in my brain To my ears it seems known The sound of their chants vibrate Tickling my soul within its realm My spirit tries to reciprocate But my heart rejects its claim The chakras in my body tends to communicate Of why I hear such humming voice The gates to my soul opens and awaits Yet my heart is puzzled to make a choice I'll just let it be, till the voices become clearer It's soothing, the way the humming hymns flow Echos from far and past swings nearer My brain and soul consumes it slow... ©sim
Yell your head off
And shout, shout, shout. Get in amongst them And put it about. We’re awake now, hear us cry! Full of energy, Watch us fly. Out of our slumbers, On the up. Highly charged, We’ll win The Cup. We’re all full of motivation, Hear our incantation. Forward we go, bursting with pride. Come with us, enjoy the ride. We’re the greatest, we all know. Ever ready to fight the foe. We are winners through and through, Even better than Doctor Who. We will put the world to rights. You will see incredible sights. All together we unite, So stay with us and The future’s bright. Paul Butters
Give me a kiss; kiss me again; give me another kiss.
Give me a kiss; kiss me again; it’s utter oral bliss. Give me a kiss; kiss me again; give me a kiss, and then, Give me a kiss; kiss me again; then kiss me again and again. Give me a kiss; kiss me again, since this is an absolute fact: Give me a kiss, kiss me again, and I’ll be sure to act. Give me a kiss; kiss me again; hear! hear this! and respond! Give me a kiss; kiss me again, and crave my magic wand! +
It's too loud.
Is it the chatter of unknowing strangers Or the voices screaming in my head? The music doesn't drown them out. They're getting louder, singing with the music Turning lyrics into phantom chants Their summons echoes through the chasm I can feel the shattering. Feel the madness breaking in. I need to run.
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