#synesthesiablublck
I see the skys with eyes wide open
Clearing all my doubts
About the horrors of existence.
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The land of Kissberry?
That connects the 'present' to an old memory.
It's the same old story,
The sun going up,
and the air going in,
in to the soft damaged lungs.
A cold comfort wrapped
around the neck.
A carrot and a trek.
A dusty period!
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But it was a stranger day,
Today!
The warmth of the sun felt strange-
The range of a subconscious child
Came to an end,
And energy kept going in.
Seeking shelter on thoughts that kept the mind at peace- (in divine)
Under a shelter somewhere deep In hell.
Somewhere deep,
I feel my body's heavy,
Hearts lonely,
Lost but happy.
I am Steady and ready to survive,
But after a baby-nap
And a mellow drive,
I'll be up foot.
To experience this land of
Euphoric memory,
Which I call Kissberry.
Close your eyes and go back in time,
To the only beautiful route that's not star-ry
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Inception between the two roads-
The memory and the present,
A travel opportunity for the psychonaut,
Till a hopeless comfort transcends.
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC
Found me,
now finding you,
standing in a holy queue,
To operate the computer, which will lead me to you.
A song for you,
when I'm not there,
When I'm lost with my lonely-club crew.
All I want is a feather,
(Or many feathers?)
Just to take off without a clue.
How many more words to heal the star within the rib-cage,
Find you now,
or I'll be off to be a drunken sage.
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 12:20 PM UTC
He came out of the house with a gun
(And hat on his head)
like the dead shining sun,
He Stared at all the people who gave him a bitter stun,
//And he looked at them deeper//
And he wondered if it was alright to have blood on his hand
(just for some traumatic-fun)
//This happened in a small room inside the brain where all the dreams would run.//
//All the nightmares screen as he is seeing himself burn//
He jumps out the window
and makes his way to the pool,
jumping into the water,
his burns got cool.
Grandma always told him how to find his tools
Just in case it needed for him to flee from fools.
Now it looks like he is here to fire
Just when the burning heals,
He will set up-foot killing anyone he desires.
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 12:00 PM UTC
'Money man' 'money man' where did you go?
It's almost evening now,
Go to the pub.
If the night sky fall on your shoulders now ~you bow.
No halo rich alcohol,
Just a galon of wine
for the night,
With an angel dressed tight,
Money dissappear like dusty stars on extinction,
Money man you're now stretched by a tight spring girl ,
Historys most materialistic tension.
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 11:46 AM UTC
A struggle through the stretching time.
It was always the dazely soul,
Tiered by the restless mind.
Sweet memories and sour time-
A sorrow movie- a negative projection.
Life is a fine game of perfection.
Sometimes we just have to find-
What is Love, meaning of life,
And creation of gentle salvation.
But life hurts like a cramp,
Yet we walk to prevent starvation.
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC
When your destiny,
Meets your wildest dreams,
"A love that got a chance to meet",
And the roses you buy,
Are spotted in black and pain.
"The darkest love of the century"
I am beginning to dream
~And I'm Awake where I'm supposed to sleep ~
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 11:40 PM UTC
When the night's sky looses it's hand,
The sun comes out with a *****
"Ready for a merry day?"
Digging a deep hole inside my head,
So that I can see light again.
"Now here I leave you to stay cheerful!"
The winged beast croon from space,
And the magical words spoken stays.
But as her words utter from a still of silence,
My memory seems to be dazed.
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 11:38 PM UTC