Something I wrote in memory of Alyssa Byers, RIP 9-3-2013--- To see the life force required for change, and if to share it, when the receiver gets there true wish and it destroys them, we must not let ourselves be at blame, because all the would have, should haves, will not change the outcomes, we must not stare into that empty abyss, but we must search for the eternal light of the spirit and ghost of the departed from our realm, for they bloom in eternal bliss, where there last choice did not get dismissed, the particles of there being is delivered to us in a fear breath and we must slowly breath threw it, it is then that we are connected here, a sacrificial selfless life into the burning hot desire of the thing the Christians call god, I think its more of an energy vibration, maybe its because im half def that i can feel these vibration more, I do not currently know.. The breeze the trees, they say death comes in threes, is this what we believe, or is it what we need, deceived i believe, or is this an extreme, full on free.. Fallen like an anchor into the rippled skin of the sea, it tears and pricks at me, some live in jealousy, we live where we be, the power of three, geometric confessed destiny, the truth of the prism you seek, again its simply 3... The corners eroded into circles, and the water merckins, the plot thickens, death is dishonest, the apples were poison the water was yellow, yet the student healthy, till a twist of destiny rearranged in me, the sweet dream emptied into catastrophe, a plastic seed of the demon, continually trying to find the reason, why did she have to meet back up with him, she knew what would happen again, One last chance to remake some maths, addicts and addictions plus all the subtractions, makes me give with the passions, for life re-worked re-born into a world full of scorn, if their is reincarnation, her next life will be a beautiful pink and purple carnation, in the garden of Eden, where she will never have to leave again.... i suppose the next thing would be it all happens for a reason, Evan those who are involved in mental and physical treason, this is the time this is the season for the world to start believing… To live to die, to feel the sky, but to be tormented inside, this is why I cry, to find no escape, and to know what it takes, but to contemplate, and for then we rise above to the occasion, and fight through every situation, where the dead live and talk in our imagination, so smell the linger, a prick of of the finger to draw blood, to swap fluid, to require an artificial escape door, in the mind and in the flesh, we can no longer rest, or we will be lost, for we have seen the life and lost, and we know just what was the cost, as a winter chill full of morning frost, breeze will blow, and we will know just where U go, and feel the heaviest of loads, and see things uncontrolled, but we live life to the fullest, stand tall when it gets to its lowest, and recognize the other extreme, for this is where we long to be, the place where life allows us to see, the secret space of dreams, and thru this pain and the pounding rain, comes the fear and anger, and a reminder of the dangers of the pleasures of the mind and body, although now deceased better yet released, still a lesson my sister taught me... 3}{3...3
Posted on: Sun, 01 Dec 2013 05:44:56 +0000
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