If I die today, if I die today until the oceans fade gliding on the breath of a song let it be floating along If I die today, if I die today until the oceans fade erupting eternity let it be history If I die today find it lovely soul of song heartened strong glimpse…
Category: Creative Writing
Enter Those Extrances
Possibly coming at the back end so we can better come to you Most direct exit path to get there Opposite side of main entrance through entering those extrances by texts Before on or after your exit you check it
Finale Grand With Moment Title
Whatever you do the next moment is final Put a seal on it, believe in it Proceed on to the next moment and make it final Finale grand with moment title
Young Dream Under A Tree
Young dream under a Tree build me a sapling Mighty vigor withstand the foresting Lift the branches under me Root of strength I need to be Beautiful Earthling brought in full you see Life of flourishing Vines and leaves of medicning Sap in binding bring you nourishing
Human And A Mystery
You know daily I am speechless, humbled and most of all… an underdog, a black sheep, perhaps human and a mystery
Back To Black
It became the Elixir to my life Wrong or right Vice or dice Like my anointing was to be shamed Visceral, ethereal realer than a game Untamed folly fixed me Backwashed soot blackmailed me I became the lashings of my deeds Mirrored in a thousand other’s creed Erupted panacea alive in the finest gritty bead…
Watchman’s Lore
I got a Door with a pretty Window and a soul that can’t escape Innuendo Perch the wire to sing the ledge Exit the Entrances to will the pledge A pretty Window with a gigantic Door Graphic wars Shades in gray calling me a better whore Paths in Purple scorn the score of a soul…
Starring Baby Soul
I don’t want it to end Splendid in your debonair Stop and stare Your starring glare Baby soul Hype lunar gold Goal of Mothership Stole the show
Play Fiddle
I am riddled in disguise Ain’t nothing wrong with that Chain me in these lies Call me a prisoner of my own demise And I’ll burn free and rise again Disguise me riddled Hold me to this pride Play fiddle and one day this is over when I die
Little Teeny Hell
I thought one point you’d understand Though I’m the 3 headed serpentine and you’re the proof What would offend you? Someone crossing your glory or that one thing that reanimates the story you forgot to tell So crossed up in your little teeny hell