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Are you are random thinking dreamer. The shape shifting images in clouds believer. Sat enjoying thinking about prose Deep heartfelt words they should know.
Laying in bed at night or early in the daylight hours I feel a humming vibration in my being I feel some holy power. I am encased in this shell, yes, but that is neither here nor there.
If I were to draw a picture of me. I am standing still. All alone in the middle of an ocean that has no beginning and no end. My back is turned towards me.
Where have the innocent gone.
I am within you, I am without. I can make you a genius Or burn you out, I can melt you like plastic In a fiery furnace, I can make you crack Make you ashes, worthless.
How is an angel like. Is an angel fun and nice. Wearing s halo and dressed in white. How do we know if angels are good. How can we believe the stories we have been told. Are they bad inside.
Have you ever twirled around till you get dizzy. Trying to escape daily life and it's busy. The sky a blue blur that stretches vast. Fall down at last on the damp grass.
A milky haze swallows me. As the mist rolls across the field. I raise my arms, as if to embrace. And to the clouds I yield. The air is cool and bitter. It carries the smell of sea.
Need to find a new direction. Find something to ease this tension. The things that have happened ...must be down to Fate pushing me toward the path I must take. Come to a crossroads, which way to...
Is heaven a place. Or is it a goal. Does Peter guard the gates. What is his toll.
Stop a moment.. Wait and hush - Do you hear the steady rush Of seconds fleeting... Burning up. I try to scoop them in my cup; Moments dribble From my eyes... No time for tears. Don't sympathise.
Who defines 'pretty'. Who defines 'good'. Who decides what we shouldn't, Who decides what we should. Who can tell me 'no'. Who can tell me 'yes'.
She’s spinning, quietly spinning into The night, and she crawls with Elegance from string to string to Unite them all in subtle sight.
I am falling down. I am falling and I don't know when to stop. I don't know how I got here. Or how high this is. But I am falling from the top. I am getting sleepy. But I can't sleep.
What is that.
Cloud over a day. Hiding the light. Invoking the rain. Awaiting storms. Reforming the dawn. Inviting the grey. One sideways glance. Erases the day. Retrospective. My heart selective. Self reliance.
Explain love. How can you. A rush of emotion, an eternal bond, a pulse of pureness, a dream come true. Everyone will tell you different. So what is love really.
If you are dreaming of a bow and arrow will it lead you off the straight and narrow. If you are dreaming of a butterfly does it mean that life is passing you by.
The finer components of eloquence have always eluded me,. And laughably so as I soon came to see,. And never yet have I managed to hold in my hand, a beautiful sunbeam or a fine grain of sand,.
A morning you wake , Sometimes to smell choco cakes bake. Sometimes to feel the whole Earth shake. You sip some coffee, or tea whatever it may be, Sometimes you may hate it or love it truely.
Is it how it turned out. Is it how you envisioned. Instead of attracting lions you attracted hyenas. Very little high-brow. More like cro-mag. It's all trailer-trash darling, as subtle as a brick.
Crying. Crying in my heart. The beat the sound of teardrops. Falling. The pace is a quickening sound. I feel delirious. Flustered. Redding blood falls. pumping around my veins. Inside me.
Spilling down the windowsill, Glistening diamonds, falling out of the sky. Silver droplets, pouring out of the goblets of the gods, Shining arrows, Tearing trough the sky.
Silence is beautiful,. Silence is still,. Silence is perfect,. Controlled by will,. Silence is the thing that lurks in the dark,. Silence is the thing ended by the lark,.