There's an impossibility standing adjacent to the nearest star bound body It waves and beckons with a sincere familiarity so unnaturally I am the end of the undulating tunneled vision I am become a silhouette of a dead city caught in the decaying story bones fiction
We are all emptiness and our emptiness is how we define ourselves. But our emptiness will become a river into which we will find the world to be held. The universe exists in the eyes of those who live without the sight to see Those breathing, freezing stars that burn into the heart buried deep.
Constructs of will and portions of strength cut out the guilt of my youth All roads lead to the sky but I will not seek to understand you Futures are made in blinks and beats Are they aware of the way we lay with our tangled feet under these threadbare sheets?
Follow the light of my darkness A single shot of whiskey and a conversation whisks away my heart's hardness All cool and breezy across the great green oceans I'll meet you halfway between loss and a facsimile of dreamed emotions
Morphing objects, breathing walls Gypsy caravans, market stalls Roads to nowhere Visions in mind Where people are free happy and kind Out there somewhere yet to discover Chatting freely amongst one and other As seasons go by people come and go Letting go of what they used to know
Like a flame igniting an old engine A frisk of energy sparked Turning my rusty, frozen gears And restoring my memories of you. In a hidden corridor in time - A dimension since locked away We two share an instant - An unobtainable, infinite moment. Like a fog creeping in on my soul - An ironic, melancholy nostalgia; I dream of sunlight on canopy roads In a place I once called home. Trapped in a reality without you We've since broken our promise, Extinguishing the embers We swore to smolder forever. This life is a sort of purgatory - A spiritual test and journey; A short waiting period before We again walk hidden corridors.
its up to you on how it unfolds simple to taste complex to face yet you escape with out a trace making your own way through mountain trails skins pale breads stale hit another rail will they even read your mail was it just a tall tale are you really west coast bound will your talents be noticed will you be over whelmed by emotions is it real or truly fake possible the biggest mistake was not to chase the dream
Where are your wings now? How can they save you now? Left alone, barely able to stand on your own two feet. You walk a thousand miles down a dirt road finding hunger along the way. You drink a gallon of water for the first time so everything in the world stops and leaves you breathless. You can't believe the feeling of pain and dwell in sorrow over something, you can't control. You set the world on fire but never knew how to use a match. Now you're a nomad dreaming of meeting someone who will help you put out the flames but instead, everyone glares at you while walking around in their ashes.
And if you knew what you know now nothing would have changed, and everything would be in its place. You wish to undo what has been done but you have a heavy soul surrounded by mountains and oceans. So let the sun die down and let the morning pour in hope of anew to come.
You used to be a beautiful angel but now your grace has been ripped out. Now you're a human with ***** feet, a hard soul, broken wings, and scarred and cut skin you wish to just be left behind. Let the wind take you and lead you across the winding roads, into the hands, you solely search for to help and to hold. The only hands that can make you feel whole and holy, even without a halo.
2 Liters Width this Bottle Neck had her Thirsty when i Pop Off. "Hes Got a Unique Meter!"
Thinkin outside my Thoughts Manipulate Face hands off my Clock Box a Movie Theater Soft Drinkin my Equilibriums "DAnkh"... Hook up The Bracelet of Anubis Call it my I Watch Achilles Heels turning red and blue takin on a Dog WALK no roads better to cross Sapphire bird " Call that a Cold ****¡!" from a "Pacman" in Paris Pans Panning Labyrinths A Mazed running on music like Tha Rock whippin better then jimmy Neutrons Stovetopper ... Style makes Our Classic Modern Eighties cheatah? UhDDuz(UDDERS+ADIDAS) "GODDARD" "SkyWalker" Call that Harry Potter at the Roboxer smoking bud from jimmy Wonkers GobStoppers. give that a D + Oh Gosh *** in CVS / HoMâge/ Po-ca-hon-tas chair gifted like Op-rahs-Hola-no bras vuela-ar tuoi o-Yâ aur-revior no-mas Veteran Indi-En Sit-in on ma stick shift of Mua Cö-Brâ..... engine Knocking sicker then Jehovah with pneumonia Can we get every Ticket so i can load the Super Bowl Comon! Makin her Jaw Drop ready to turn Dragon Rude into an tan Dra Dolph-in ima RAOBAWT fly fishin Santa Cla₩§ Idle Hands Examined n Exposé Gods lips im here to naturally Lift I'd Volunteer for Slavery if the Hills were rich like Jessica Albas Exposed ***
yo problems in the street I get hi on Florida Keys You a Hero Touch Down! Stranger Danger in my End Zone Lol
One year ago the 23rd of December I stood at the crossroads to life having just lost me wife and with no place to go with and very little prospects of surviving my loss But one year on I've come back to the crossroads to find my chosen road and to where It will lead me I've made my choice and I'll stay on that road till I come to the end
Losing my wife I felt like I was stood at a cross roads to live four roads but only could chose one, I think I've chose the right one
I just awoke from a dream! I saw Israel raise palms with Palastine I saw Syrians Walking along the jordan I saw palm branches waving when Saudi Arabia Threw a festival in the tattered roads of Baghdad I saw history melt down into earth into hysteria; To make an Archipelago of puddles Joyous jubilation!
I turned a bit and slightly woke , Then falling back through space and mind I saw the great leaders meet upon the rock and speak of the coming golden age! Yet from the sky beyond the sky as if its speaking had deleted time came a voice the sound of ten thousand thunderstorms enraged exclaimed " It is too late!
That workaholic lady who's always on call & keep up with the market cells, That newly married lady with chunky "red bangles" talking to her husband with both earphones and blush on.
That man with a big fat stomach filled with his wife's love; That teen who is on the edge of being deaf because he can't do without the earphones.
That struggler who always stands at the back door; That dreamer who's lost looking outside the window; That person who's scared to get lost so stay active on the maps; That disturbed mind who is coping up listening to George Michael; That overworked soul who can crash anywhere.
That lady who choose to sit and freeze to death under a broken A/C unit, rather than stand with a five kilo backpack in a crowded jungle. That girl who eats like a thief by hiding her food in the bag; That tall enthusiastic freak who swings and does gymnastics in a moving bus.
That granny who spot more trends than teens and follows them; That old man who still can't keep up with the uneven roads and the confused climate of Bombay.
That teen who lives with/on an Ipod, instead of the 90s kids who survived on colouring books; Those kids who believe their job is to fill the voids in the still crowd by surpassing like electrons to the magnetic field.
That man who is inspired by Raju Rastogi from 3 Idiots, chanting to death and can't stop stressing on his responsibilities; That entrepreneur with a head held high and red lipstick, who never believes in a 9 to 5 corporate "mistake",
That blogger who can't think offline and is born to shine on the Gram, That man who switches from Linkedln to South Indian action movie when the masses exit.