Tipsy and overriden with guilt
Astral Star
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Tipsy and overridden with guilt
A compass to electricity frightens the dawn
With a temporal gesture of
Silken hair and furry fringed jawlines
A jester, a suitor, a rambling man
Rambles on from heaven to hell
denies his traits
Contemplates his art that knows no boughs
For his tree is thickened with smoke
That burns through the midnight hour
Into the bleeding moonlight
Where restless soiled minds deride the passages of verse
Deciphering another subplot subtext
Who rides the wind upon the shore?
Delights in the cascading glow of an incomplete moon?
Surrenders to eternity in the breadth of a flowers whisper?
Savoring the thick soft rosy glowing taste in the depths of cavernous outrage!
Release that majestic warrior inside
Ripe with brevity and fearless sights
Searing onward toward a knights wild ride
Galloping upon the tide of light
To an unknown realm of what is never back and white
Only obscene colors that tell exactly what is true and what is right.
A compass to electricity frightens the dawn
With a temporal gesture of
Silken hair and furry fringed jawlines
A jester, a suitor, a rambling man
Rambles on from heaven to hell
denies his traits
Contemplates his art that knows no boughs
For his tree is thickened with smoke
That burns through the midnight hour
Into the bleeding moonlight
Where restless soiled minds deride the passages of verse
Deciphering another subplot subtext
Who rides the wind upon the shore?
Delights in the cascading glow of an incomplete moon?
Surrenders to eternity in the breadth of a flowers whisper?
Savoring the thick soft rosy glowing taste in the depths of cavernous outrage!
Release that majestic warrior inside
Ripe with brevity and fearless sights
Searing onward toward a knights wild ride
Galloping upon the tide of light
To an unknown realm of what is never back and white
Only obscene colors that tell exactly what is true and what is right.
"If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to eachother." Mother Theresa
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