This is what I doodled today...Framenting the wait growing up against dis belief. aware of actions to plenty, making the mind a playground out of paralysis. To be or not to be, famous sounding words fall impersonal, and shed the shaking fever. a misbeliever thinking in tongues translated to close to be their own. falling against a sling-shot urging an augmented freedom, resting on a hit. a relief destined a voyage thru perilous grief. a realist caught in complex. dexterous pity leaves the eyes bloody and fixed. good love bending the rules. finger nails drooling out (Ice flavored storms) solace (solitude) functions melt away and strip hesitancy down to a quake. mountains flood and the crowd cracks open ( mountains change into ice burgs like friends turn to buried treasure, rare to find and mind good love) the lost amongst the buried... tell me what you think
Posted on: Wed, 03 Jul 2013 07:10:23 +0000
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