piles of meaningless surface theory

walkerlastgen1

What a lovely three...
some....where..
are my briefs
the nation sings.

lost souls combined
ingredients designed.. for truth....
and I'm aligned...
with stars and signs.

a taste of destiny
dust of the, chip off
the old block is flimsy
lives made me cough

and spit like the king
of snakes...wakes
the neural ending
patton marching and pending

while washing and mending
here lies... disgust disguise
despite the slight commencing
summer wild fire

I will throw caution
without wind...oh ..pain
feels like a drug
caught in my throat

holding hands with mr.grim reaper
of what I sew..
the fabric of the seeker
stalking the show

either or metaphor
bullish thinking recoiled
making speaker matadors.
the threesome fights four.

it's life with all the icing
bells and whistles keep the time
and saddle up the lightening
up to the sunless sky..oh why?

DopeBeastie

and yet I wonder
said, "meaningless"...
it's impossible
to hide



playing with words is fun

walkerlastgen1

and gun style of defensive chatter
breaking planes with the matter
of fact and the latter
to heaven and back
withought a souvenir

walkerlastgen1

sing this to the tune of parachutes..

justam

walkerlastgen1 wrote:

sing this to the tune of parachutes..

That's hard to do because I haven't heard the tune yet!

DopeBeastie

walkerlastgen1 wrote:

and gun style of defensive chatter
breaking planes with the matter
of fact and the latter
to heaven and back
withought a souvenir

no shit, huh


wow.

walkerlastgen1

oops i always knew my big fingers would get me in trouble....I'm talking of course about the entire coldplay album...duhhhhhhhh

walkerlastgen1

playing with words is fun and gun style

DopeBeastie

can't bite the phone, now can ya?

walkerlastgen1

no..but it sure as hell can bite you..lol