I only have words
For your broken fragments
Yet he have golds
To make your requirements

Yes,  melted gold
Can make you fully restored
Yet, you think my word
Will make you "fooly restored"

I know you'll  choose his way
Well I have nothing to say
You are altered
Yet aesthetically

broken..

Maybe it's okay we not been
Maybe it's okay we not
Maybe i was press too tightly
maybe i was blind, not yours
maybe we some kind of different
maybe i should stop to dream
maybe i should find my place now
maybe, maybe, maybe
maybe all was just a fantasy
maybe i should open eyes
maybe you was not enough for me
maybe was am I
maybe i should staying quiet
maybe i should stop
maybe i should stop so hard to trying
maybe i should stop to ask regard
maybe all it was my dreaming
maybe i was not in yours
maybe we some kind of different
maybe it's all my efforts
why i try so hard to move a stone
maybe i should to give in
maybe i should say good bye forever
maybe i should stop to search
maybe never was in your eyes
maybe your eyes someone else's
maybe all it's just imaginary
maybe i was blind
maybe i, for you was funny
maybe i was funny guy
maybe i was jest for using
maybe i was just a fool
maybe all my feels and dreaming
maybe it's just all my faulth
maybe it's again my intuition
maybe it is blind
maybe i should stop to thinking
maybe i should stop to wait
maybe i should stop to beeing your some kind of toy
maybe i will strike all dreamings
maybe i will strike all words
which i whispered to my pillow
when i want to hold your mores
when i need you most
maybe all is just illusions
maybe i should to be real
maybe i will to be waiking, from that funny dreams
maybe it is time to leaving, maybe it is time to move, maybe it is time when my heart is healing,
maybe this is will deserve,
maybe i will stop to waiting fooly,
for your silly love

Here I am at the corner of the world,
I watch and see the emergence and passing into oblivion of stars.

Here I sit all day long at the fringes of life as all tears rise and ebb away,
And all to give birth to new pleasure but sorrow in disguise.

Nothing new now,
Nothing grand to catch my sight.
Not the fairest of skin
For beauty.
Nor comeliness of her stride
For glamour
As I have seen the perfection of all pleasures
Stupidities in disguise.

Nothing new now, nothing is sure as long as mankind is concern,
For now have I seen the end of all beautiful fooly.
It's all vanity afterall

Let me lay coiled up in the cradle of my mind,
As my thoughts rocks me to and fro.
Don't call my name, for I may not be there to draw another breath.

Upon my shoulder heft not thy trust.
For I am as frail and scarred as thou arth.

Secret  sight seen wearied my mind with mystery and knowings
I can't divulge
My shoulder sag in utter bewilderment.

So lines upon lines of scribblings upon this parchment I pour.
For this alone I can.
Till this song is sang.

This at the end of  it's  perfection yet have I seen that its sorrow afterall;
And wariness to the mind.

Let me be at the corner of the world far from life's menace and chaos for from thence comes  the first born of all wind of ease.

Come stay with me,
come dwell beside me,
At the corner of the world
Where no sight escapes my eyes.

Yeah a place where all sorrow and pains is Ballanced upon the clouds
Of the first borns.

Here I will stay suspended until the passage of my ages into the world beyond time when I will take my sit among the gods.
                  *Joe voltage

Riddle of  tender sword of sirens get one hassle
and sell one tassel of the obviation inside the ritual
An enemy revolves around gluten free rotini
cold vinegary in the street
Should silence and the Angels tracing the wounds
affect such frustrations
Simple skates ruley plates fooly mates now
foully help awaits impressions
A world arcane belittled by dendrites
reaching Holochron 5k digital worlds
Trivial sights and meanings and rites
so incapable of singing the truth hymn
No inside the ease of emblazed endemic isoparametric systems
Burning bright the sensations halt
And now only the guilt of revenance calls