DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, October 23:>
bribed the day light to catch me to welcome the dark night quickly careful heels afraid would sting would peel to the rough ground's coldness wore this covering black dress walked on a damaged fate all in the name of an elegant slate silent walls no comment a posture to the moon sent the perfect hair scattered my own self compliments flattered alone for the mirror to be impressed smiled and the reflection takes a guess waved for the air to feel attention somewhere on that eye smudged ink lines vanilla hangs in the atmosphere memories do nothing to fear --------ravenfeels
The radio in my mouth is broken
The tuner slides from the channel It's set And I'm forced to listen To others words In rhythms I hate The radio in my mouth is broken The sound is full of noise And its volume jumps At the worst times When I can't speak Over it The radio in my mouth is broken The power button is difficult And dramatic It fails in good company When I need it most And surges to life Late at night So I listen to the songs it plays To no one but myself Words and melodies Wriggle through clenched teeth While I stare at the ceiling The radio in my mouth is broken So I look at others And they at me As we listen Together To what it plays
I saw 25 years flash before my tired eyes
Third of my life is over Older with every sunrise
God I feel old these days
you point out the moon
but your fingers are begemmed i don’t notice it
Third of five
A gemini When she flies we soar Her noise can floor Echoed in our ears Remembering laughter brought A powerful injection of positive vibes that elevates temporary state The scales etched from one to ten A bell of Tibet She cares to share so extra Between be relatively unseen Conceded when she dips her time is needed Worthy as a sister of mercy
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If she is the sky
And he is of earth If she spans the height He is the girth Where are you? Here between these lines Spoken but unheard Seen but invisible Once first, now third
In transit on a stationary life
The earth rotates on it's own access It spins, So if my soul wait Hopefully, Ghost, you will float by again. Bring with you my smile I misplaced it Like hope lost, to find it I need to go back in time When your hand was always locked in mine Inseparable we were The truth is Love is blind I pulled out it's eyes I laid it to waste I spit out your name As I don't want to know how a lie taste If love becomes deceitful Then we no longer safe Love was hope Now all it brings is distaste. Cupid is fake I looked for him all over I needed his bow and arrow This time he won't miss You need to alleviate this sorrow The time we surfing on is borrowed I hate myself for wasting it on a ghost A figment of my imagination Do I know what happiness name is? Or I am just pains host.
When words scratches at the surface
it's screams to be free you lay it bare on these pages to subdue my demons in their cages so i don't end up.... suffocating.
"i don't want to rule or conquer anyone;
i should like to help everyone if possible — jew, gentile, black man, white we all want to help one another; human beings are like that." charlie chaplin wrote these words for "the great dictator" a political satire the nazis didn't want to hear anymore but the dictator's speech went viral in a wehrmacht's cinema, partisans of tito made fun of ****** and exchanged a propaganda-film for chaplin's video an audience of nazis raged a flash of fun in a "*****" led by insane murderers on stimulants * mr. chaplin i do thank you for your outcry emerging from human tragedy. good bye... R.I.P. Charles Spencer Chaplin ✞ December 25th 1977 God bless you.
Today is a good day.
YouTube: "[Beste Version] Der große Diktator - Rede von Charlie Chaplin + Time - Hans Zimmer (INCEPTION Theme)" "Xavier Naidoo - Der Fels // Allein Mit Flügel - Live aus dem Mannheimer Schloss"