what is bored boring the snoring elf lost magic no more turtles' pond it isn't windy for kites smoke hasn't flame
hanging masterpieces without artworks jumping kangaroo cannot go no more a pitiful yet distant star dying candles mounted on bicycle with flat tires in a rain there is no red nothing
went down for a go but no map half a dollar left maybe less
amputee scooting wheelchair her leg working overtime & a brindle bullmastiff servicing without a name of his own
Liberace, Jabba The Hut, and Jezebell Who'll consummate soul for a meal ticket All for one and one for all mindless games The stench of subterfuge When at the Circus The flying orangutang's there a weaving Trying to make you believing A whining narcissist in the background Plays chess with the pawns All in vain Veracity of destiny will remain
what about those cane fishin poles over the hill other way around boat dock sits easy what floats lies lost upside down there is no
a nearby forest sings rain came through you would not believe happy valley if it were not for those ferns then nothing green & tree bark moss against time's slow drawing
when darkness has its way tree frogs give to this world easily saved those tiptop heights or thickness bush tangled up brush developing as it does
where tiny is like our moon hidden in mist clouds crawling around this night here they put themselves under hibernation's spell in this horde dreams are feathered castles nestled in close nothing bad just drifting along until breaking light finds its way
Liberace, Jabba The Hut, and Jezebell Who'll consummate soul for a meal ticket All for one and one for all mindless games The stench of subterfuge When at the Circus The flying orangutang's there a weaving Trying to make you believing A whining narcissist in the background Plays chess with the pawns All in vain Veracity of destiny will remain
$7 a week count down slowing down a weak display anyway up & down emotion caught up in some kinda bullshit struggle a sweat begun winning
?is this open the way i should crooked heads along long hallways with empty stairs stares why does she not there are voices but no listeners
a mirror reflects when they lie it is expensive the dive broken upkeep as bone on meat this is where bored, tired & exhausted candles can not melt any longer (not anymore) they do not go the light not letting go the black
a suffering wind here can not but mistake accidental child falls scraping knees & elbows bicycle's teach pain at quick beginnings it is like this one there a unkind trip our star's adventure lost from when we were small
is ?wrong? having us a flood the no nothing swim drown down (with) dislocated undone neon signs long time back
$7 a week count down slowing down a weak display anyway up & down emotion caught up in some kinda bullshit struggle a sweat begun winning
?is this open the way i should crooked heads along long hallways with empty stairs stares why does she not there are voices but no listeners
a mirror reflects when they lie it is expensive the dive broken upkeep as bone on meat this is where bored, tired & exhausted candles can not melt any longer (not anymore) they do not go the light not letting go the black
a suffering wind here can not but mistake accidental child falls scraping knees & elbows bicycle's teach pain at quick beginnings it is like this one there a unkind trip our star's adventure lost from when we were small
is ?wrong? having us a flood the no nothing swim drown down (with) dislocated undone neon signs long time back
it is an alice in chains typea crunch upside the head
I close my eyes and I can see you but I don't know where the place of my father's soldier image where to roam not in this home Gesticulation of this wench Prayer for an answer I close my eyes and I can see you Praying to know
You're alright I tell myself sometimes When I feel doubts Feelings of remorse is painful Stupid things I should or shouldn't have done Do they even matter to anyone but myself anymore? Maybe the memories are there for some sort of reasons to be forgiven I need to forgive myself It sounds so simple
beating the blues turns one to black...spin to green and yellow...brews floating down river...heart pounds for the fleshy floaty bloaty...speak of the devil...doll you cant win'em all
can you live for a thousand years in love,power and equality...yes i can..the flame of fire burns with Gods force and is only dimmed when one weakens...a weak foundation can never last...suffering is endurance...endurance in turn strength..strength is will to last in storms of opposers....and suffering can amplify joy..joy i real...
Feelings and sightings on my the way to work.. I feel like I've been here for a hundred years A selfless act from a stranger People talking, looking and thinking The sun is shining Things being moved up, down in and out The leaves don't care, she can't walk straight A paper roll in one hand and the phone in the other...
When I looked out my front window this morning, there was a layer of white mist on the lawns and farms. It was about two feet high and wispy. The horses in my neighborhood were out and in combination with the mist the whole impression looked like the start of a story.
When I looked out my front window this morning, there was a layer of white mist on the lawns and farms. It was about two feet high and wispy. The horses in my neighborhood were out and in combination with the mist the whole impression looked like the start of a story.
Natural beauty really speaks to me!
I could see it in my mind as a very calm and beautiful view, thank you
there is beauty in everything I see how I react is sometimes confusing to you I understand... occasionally or often my words are a reaction to the many emotions a statement or event will inspire but in the end of it all there is still beauty in everything I see I don't ask for your foreignness or even for you to understand my words our paths have never crossed but still I wish you a prosperous journey and may God light your way.
there is beauty in everything I see how I react is sometimes confusing to you I understand... occasionally or often my words are a reaction to the many emotions a statement or event will inspire but in the end of it all there is still beauty in everything I see I don't ask for your foreignness or even for you to understand my words our paths have never crossed but still I wish you a prosperous journey and may God light your way.
Godfather.
I think I get this, GF...at least from where I am, in the now.
there is beauty in everything I see how I react is sometimes confusing to you I understand... occasionally or often my words are a reaction to the many emotions a statement or event will inspire but in the end of it all there is still beauty in everything I see I don't ask for your foreignness or even for you to understand my words our paths have never crossed but still I wish you a prosperous journey and may God light your way.
Godfather.
I think I get this, GF...at least from where I am, in the now.
The freedom of the lift The turn..the spurn I choreographer You With the girl you admired On a Saturday Night Fevered Adventure To LearnPlayCreate the balls to the walls Best disco party ever!!!!!!!!!!!! The Art was Divine, Three Piece White Suit... Lamee'd to every traffic circle wall A repeated play There is nothing as ecstatic as sharing a sad mans joy... Right wing says I can fly logistacly without my left wing... We need both... to fly... easily... with purpose...balance To see the hour turn in an other... 32 minutes to go...
The feeling of gratitude how is it best described. Without the surrounding thoughts and obstacles in the way I keep stumbling on I keep returning to the same place The place that I love To once again feel and relive the same feelings over and over A safe and loving place Let me fly on the notes once more let me feel like that again Like that
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the snoring elf lost magic
no more turtles' pond
it isn't windy for kites
smoke hasn't flame
hanging masterpieces without artworks
jumping kangaroo cannot go no more
a pitiful yet distant star dying
candles mounted on bicycle with flat tires in a rain
there is no red
nothing
went down for a go but no map
half a dollar left
maybe less
amputee
scooting wheelchair
her leg working overtime
& a brindle bullmastiff servicing without a name of his own
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
in light aligned with the majestic sea
wind takes my charms over the mast
flying along with the gulls
Who'll consummate soul for a meal ticket
All for one and one for all mindless games
The stench of subterfuge
When at the Circus
The flying orangutang's there a weaving
Trying to make you believing
A whining narcissist in the background
Plays chess with the pawns
All in vain
Veracity of destiny will remain
Is we wise
We is wise
I sew
Buttons &Bows
over the hill other way around
boat dock sits easy
what floats lies lost upside down
there is no
a nearby forest sings
rain came through
you would not believe happy valley
if it were not for those ferns
then nothing
green & tree bark
moss against time's slow drawing
when darkness has its way
tree frogs give to this world
easily saved those tiptop heights
or
thickness bush
tangled up brush developing as it does
where tiny is like our moon
hidden in mist clouds
crawling around this night
here they put themselves under hibernation's spell
in this horde dreams are feathered castles nestled in close
nothing bad
just drifting along until breaking light finds its way
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
count down slowing down
a weak display anyway
up & down emotion
caught up in some kinda bullshit struggle
a sweat begun winning
?is this open the way i should
crooked heads along long hallways with empty stairs stares
why does she not
there are voices
but no listeners
a mirror reflects when they lie
it is expensive
the dive
broken upkeep as bone on meat
this is where bored, tired & exhausted candles can not melt any longer (not anymore)
they do not go the light not letting go the black
a suffering wind here can not but mistake
accidental child falls scraping knees & elbows
bicycle's teach pain at quick beginnings
it is like this one there
a unkind trip
our star's adventure lost from when we were small
is ?wrong? having us
a flood
the no nothing swim
drown down (with) dislocated
undone neon signs long time back
$7 a week
count down slowing down
a weak display anyway
up & down emotion
caught up in some kinda bullshit struggle
a sweat begun winning
?is this open the way i should
crooked heads along long hallways with empty stairs stares
why does she not
there are voices
but no listeners
a mirror reflects when they lie
it is expensive
the dive
broken upkeep as bone on meat
this is where bored, tired & exhausted candles can not melt any longer (not anymore)
they do not go the light not letting go the black
a suffering wind here can not but mistake
accidental child falls scraping knees & elbows
bicycle's teach pain at quick beginnings
it is like this one there
a unkind trip
our star's adventure lost from when we were small
is ?wrong? having us
a flood
the no nothing swim
drown down (with) dislocated
undone neon signs long time back
it is an alice in chains typea crunch upside the head
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
robot
meaning making machine
living with my automatic negative thoughts
spun art from other peoples memories
I
mine
a line
but I don't know where
the place of my father's soldier image
where to roam not in this home
Gesticulation of this wench
Prayer for an answer
I close my eyes and I can see you
Praying to know
I tell myself sometimes
When I feel doubts
Feelings of remorse is painful
Stupid things I should or shouldn't have done
Do they even matter to anyone but myself anymore?
Maybe the memories are there for some sort of reasons
to be forgiven
I need to forgive myself
It sounds so simple
a little more
comfortably everyday
for
having known you...
we would fare if turned
around or sent straight up a tree
christmas is ours
tomorrow is ours
do we know this?
"considerately killing me"
Best part is...it's true - in a gorgeously unexpected way.
I feel like I've been here for a hundred years
A selfless act from a stranger
People talking, looking and thinking
The sun is shining
Things being moved up, down in and out
The leaves don't care, she can't walk straight
A paper roll in one hand and the phone in the other...
Natural beauty really speaks to me!
how I react is sometimes confusing to you
I understand...
occasionally or often my words are a reaction
to the many emotions a statement or event will inspire
but in the end of it all
there is still beauty in everything I see
I don't ask for your foreignness
or even for you to understand my words
our paths have never crossed
but still I wish you a prosperous journey
and may God light your way.
Godfather.
Thank you, my friend.
Godfather.
Threads of silver
Weaving us together
Thousands, yet thousands
Threads of silver
Over glittering seas
The freedom of the lift
The turn..the spurn
I choreographer
You
With the girl you admired
On a Saturday Night Fevered Adventure
To LearnPlayCreate the balls to the walls
Best disco party ever!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Art was Divine, Three Piece White Suit... Lamee'd to every traffic circle wall
A repeated play
There is nothing as ecstatic as sharing
a sad mans joy...
Right wing says I can fly logistacly without my left wing...
We need both... to fly... easily...
with purpose...balance
To see the hour turn in an other...
32 minutes to go...
peace and love and understanding...
WEPT....
Without the surrounding thoughts and obstacles in the way I keep stumbling on
I keep returning to the same place
The place that I love
To once again feel and relive the same feelings over and over
A safe and loving place
Let me fly on the notes once more let me feel like that again
Like that