Wild was the mass superiority, Invincibility's cherished messy fraud. Wrath coloured warning crimson wrote Justice. People watched as Mercy perished.
Gin lady lowers her lips by the skin of Reedy Lake Across and further inside Wood to share Silence of the creek Life that hid and flourished Grounds for the winding road. Three hours wheeled A stormy ride in the night.
The blindness of lightning strikes. Close your eyes For the flames of deeper under. Blindness breaks in a spark on the pan. Thunder shatters the sky.
There are so many experiences to observe without using your plain sight. I thought about this while taking a quick roadtrip up north in Queensland. I saw some of the aftermath of the bushfires. Burnt barks and leaves gone. Marooned soil off-road. People experienced a lot more than that.
Be careful boy, behind those pretty blue eyes is both hope and heart break, that has eaten men alive. The things that go on in her head are chaotic, yet beautiful. I dare you to look deeper, because if you can handle her, your life will never be the same. She will be your muse, and your biggest critic. She will be your little spoon, and steal your shirts. But most importantly, she will show you that not every love, is the same.
Ha Only God. We think we know. Drunk on the blood of fools We like to show Off But He who sits in the heavens Playfully scoffs And sends the enemy into derision. Willfull vision Not prison I final inquisition Not what or how but why Eventually you will find Peace