Jeepers Creepers heading your way I may not drive but i'll hunt your soul anyway a delicious treat worth the run can't wait for the rush it's going to be so fun darlin you're not prepared for what I'm going to do It will be worth not making it out Alive at least cuz I know you'll be missing something and it's going to be mine so what will you give up what will you trade for me because honey I'm going to take it all last thing you'll remember is the fall surrounded by feeling surrounded by something why don't you come find out cuz I'm going to leave you guessing the suspense almost palatable you will know what you truly desire but who knows if I'll give it but I will take something whether you like it or not the question is are you brave enough to face the unknown
does a sacred stone still retain its worth if it was never taken from it’s hidden earth? could it truly be a treasure trove if no one sees its alluring glow? - is my mind right to tell me that invisibility doesn’t cause irrelevance? or is that just a way to cope with the ever feared unfounded-forgotten-pestilence
when I am silent I become the absence of silence I'm thinkig your body, I'm sensing your mind my hands rehearse the circle theory, the openings of the horizon hiding in plain sight time plus time is a world without hyperbole, but the courage of enchantment even the fields dream about the all in one cause it's poppies time and panta rhei
smoking like a chimney exterminating the negativity within me each **** relaxes my worrisome bones each stroke relaxes the perpetual unknown from this vice to that from peace to combat the contrasting colors within me is why I'll smoke like a chimney until cheap thrills **** me
your eyes hot like a bullet mine engulfed by the equinox & the silences I walked away from we are two or more two people who shout at each other letters that have never touched any alphabet who throw beautiful ideas to be caught by twilight the hour is always unknown as if we watch each other's destiny what comes next only the oracle of Delphi knows or the roots of entropy maybe I keep some thoughts in the straitjacket
we guard bridges, ancient castles in the sky we guard the world not to turn into a casket without music who invented this question mark that we owe each other happiness I wonder if the trees have unspoken meanings do they turn overnight into telescopes to quest the loneliness of stars, as we do
I might turn into a shadow blinded by darkness we draw uncanny shapes, everything a circle can endure with our mouths full of pebbles
~ Daydreams in passing with the clouds, and their weary structure, and their idle loneliness, and their struggle for tomorrow.
You and me and the image of an immense tree; satellites hanging from its branches like minacious ornaments; sending frightful messages to far out places; convincing us television is real but our lives are fake.
Nightmares in passing with the shadows, and their elusive silhouette, and their active aggression, and their march for tomorrow.
You and me and the image of a school bus sliding down into the ice... ~