When the moon starts to glow, we go to sleep. As the sun begins to shine, we rise from slumber. It is the cycle of life; one cannot cope without the other.
There are animals and plants in a forest that decrease in numbers, everything else is becoming objects and lumber. Animals breathe what our nature exudes. Plants feed from the rain and the sun. All that lives is in balance and holiness that defies imbalance and loneliness.
Some people don't think of what our nature eludes. They are sticking to lack of emotions for a personal gain. Their playing with guns goes on and on. Fun ain't emotionless and it's no and no.
The very balance in our world depends on ourselves for we should unite as one to withstand tyranny, thus, the beast in his lair will cease to feast. Infamies and felonies will turn to clarity and purity.
Come one, come two, it's up to you and it is not something new we have to do. Come three, come free. It is destiny, can't you see? Come four and come more. Unite by the destiny's door.
Long ago before the world was round before it grew blue and sprung green there was no song no music and words were flat with sharp edges and holes with nothing to fill them.
That was until the hummingbird hummed and the songthrush found its voice and the humans, who prospered by copying the best ideas, lied and mimicked and parroted until something like song smoothed the edges and filled the holes until the world was full and it's edges round and music began
Loving a movie called This Beautiful Fantastic. I pinched the first line from Bella.
Where will you hide if the iron hands of raging gorillas get stuck in grabs and you break out of this time forever because there will be no one next to you?! What kind of Soul pulsation, lost drum can drift anyway? Which of your face shadows is soaking in the water of haunting nights? Are you constantly terrified that the danger is complimenting you in your uncertain world?! "There's no ringing in the firewall of hell for the eternal losers!" Your body orbits in a dream bay like a mutilated planetary continent, and when the spikes of insidious thorn bushes pinch, even the Angels laugh!
You know, a calculated moment of loss can surround you at any moment and devour your wounded Soul! You should look for your Underground Sun radiating within you even more boldly! The unreal in the Present amazes you! Ever since I feared the Cassandras-Report; you can't hide anywhere with your merciful gaze! Phantom pain throbs on the cochlea of my throat and in the headwinds, Fate! "The cheap little world becomes a *******!"
In Adam's costume, I would honestly stand before the Beloved: Would you accept?! The molecular gates of besieged Eden should not be taken possession of as a colony of cheap wars! Your dreams are spurred daily to return to the ruthless reality with caracan! We mirror by blurred in black and white! Your bamboo hand worships knives when you bite into the Universe! You know: in the face of the very Hyenas Age, the "no more" instinct is in check! - Your faithful items will be waiting for you when everyone else has left.
Perhaps the always Faithful Mirror has already become a Traitor; the structure of movements and faces does not show only the essence struck by the stamp! We cross the stage and bravely defy danger on board decaying boards! Secrets are still hidden in the degree of surprise minutes and waiting for suitable eruptions! It is the deserving shadow of happiness that is happening in us! - The smile-tear clown bathes his face in a silent moon mirror! "Indifferent and idiot-producing phlegmatism greets you!"
The disgust of our selfish concealment can easily settle on others; to the smell of our prey overwhelmed by success-seeking breakers; how long does the silly age of hungarians go on?! Prophets would already flee Nineveh because their bribed mission had become angry! ******* Angels like killing knives, spoiled knife-spoons and broken refractions! Everyone is laying their cages more and more, because Happiness always takes another hard-to-heal wounds; indelible stigma!
Fence, ****-In time, the final maze path can also be easily solved: Start s End in front of the same gate often that's why we stumble! Wells that are overzealous on our bitter, unhappy faces are hanging True Pearls! "We should have deliberately escaped this sensational, continuous squirrel wheel world!" A broken World is behind us! As a hesitant lamb, anyone among the hordes can tear apart; we walk the field of our existence as orphaned wanderers; in our throats the redeeming Death throbs…