These hands that hold hollow Earth softly swallowed or slowly burned away tomorrow.. to sease to be beings a still filled a moment still alone in a sealed envelope to no one.. holding hope to have to hold a golden maro.. purged to a grain... cleanest slate.. to tame the faro.. to ride the barrel over cliff side and fall and what lives dies.. A stutter in the mouth of madness dictating realities imagined.. In a mind captive.. The sun rise to poise a still burn as still hands ring white noise.. breaking a perfect surface.. smooth as the truth is voiced.. I watch the wave take pace and change the same way every day.. I raise the clock and spit in its face a time leaves me with out a trace.. elapsed in passions wheels turn passing me as it happens.. which would be the distraction.. The entertained and captive or to be liberated by action.. I create in the great devide.. I ride rolling eyes and stair into the pleated whites ear ringing from the screams of life.. like beams of light too bright for sore eyes.. The moment is described saturated and dried.. like a painted frame trimmed remains we display.. Our dreams.. I eat my brains and sleep on my thoughts thats food that falls from the mouth mouth of god.. like a perfect poem spit out not written down and lost.. what matter would we make of voiceless trees that fall beyond those that be endowed to see a river run dry.. A child scrape her knee and cry the old man dies.. A falling leaf... The seasons change.. like waves I wont challenge I acknowledge life and its length is ability and allowance for what great lengths I am indowed is missing verse in a windows song she will sing in a Window called a little.. long.. but there and beyond.. I will be remembered after I am gone.. like a slap in the face with a shattered jaw or a first kiss that worth a wait per sute of simple truth and embrace of misplacment will find you to be a.... done manse D free write
Posted on: Wed, 19 Mar 2014 07:30:56 +0000
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