Indiglow Adagio

Do you remember when you were my Acid Queen and I was your acid King we’d run through sprinklers on a acid Eve showers adornerned like royalty oils and sweet heat on a acid sheet. Floating about the bed whole bodies glowing buzzing like humble bees rumbling bass visions give chase on a acid dream.

Morning glory all that you could have done between the sheets and the sun an lantern made of paper thin spun in a light shining through fingers crossed with torn scars memories one won’t shun in the time of the flowers rise in a hunters moon upon red tides melting hearts differences to set aside sea foam parts a ghost in the shell holds past realing in a line of thorns from a river bouncing with acorns shedding trees drifting leaves warnings warm smokes coal spokes evening comets float in a sunken garden of the heavens in paper smooth fingers pressing into creating a lantern to look into sparks slow cresendo harps fluttering stars tilted tiles of granite dome akin to mars with its gloes a warm fire up kissing our toes.

"You are what you do, not what you say you’ll do."

two wrongs never made it right no matter how late into the night can’t bend away at the sides curves aren’t meant to be so cold can yu be so bold into this tunnel il come out so fooled feeling so old

wavesmadewords:

Kiss the hand that has two broken nails

Thorns inside the sky hold us alone tonight

How could you ever look them in the eye

Say I’ve done what they did to me

Can’t we start a war

Just to see the ants marching

Watch the fire brushing against the skin

For a just a second could it be worth it

I don’t think you live further down the chain

Anchored to a plane headed right to the sun

Won’t forget all the fashionable dresses

Can’t wash away the blood inside your skin

Pain is such a lucid meditation fell upon a nail

For all that happened I don’t know

That guilt is a word I’m just plastic heart

In a cardboard box under the waning moon

Cries of a crowd no ones perfect fruit of the loom

I’ve got a million tiny reasons inside my pockets

Cramming them into Meters Park your self

Because eventually you’ll run out of time

This might just be the beginning

But only because the circle has ended

Something’s honesty can barely feel

Can we start a war

So we can watch the corpses of lovers sharing like no other

I’m broken stolen away so don’t try to fix

Things you cant see through as fake

As it gets its an accomplishment

I’m the building you’re the bricks

I’ve got an oven for your letters

Inside my stomach a hundred

Raging dragons keep me at bay

Whatever happened I just don’t know

He’s running through the lit

city streets she’srunning on the chase

into the sky like Apollo lovers meant

to love just acting in boredom

like theres nothing else

take all you’ve got to give

what a picture can steal a small shrine inside your mind

impenetrable leaking from head to toe

years of drinking the pain into the back

now its all stacked created a pillow fort of nightmares

no ones perfect can I please just have me back

An escape is all I’ve ever-wanted rush rush rush

Into something you cant confess

The secrets will tear apart the highways

No one moves but nothing stays

Just let go and forget something’s seem to slip

I’ve forgiven you’ve forgiven but the lasting marks a given

We both go on living a tell tale storied beauty of the beast

Yellow eyed dragging sagging flippant

Reminders that in blood the contract says I signed it

wavesmadewords:

We stare at the same space. She’s on a train flying down the tracks I’m on a bike going for a ride to feel alright somewhere in our motion we slow time there’s a fold in our direction she sits still against the cabin alone against the window eyes calm like a pond uninterested but so intresting I’m a work in progress fearless hearts are fluttering in motion our distance has been reduced to nothing to her I’m still sitting on two wheels a face like the sun eyes that care.

wavesmadewords:

I can see the worst in anything give it away for free
I can see the best in everything my heart just needs to be set free
in a place of motion in between the folds of space what will you see
We can’t go back I’m splayed out an octopus on a railroad track
the world is coming towards us so fast
The sense of being here before
escape is the hidden trap door

The artists starving on the floor starring at the stars the ceiling of our lives
Twinkling cries the way the lights sway
behind your steel gaze
tip toe on the edge of a blade
Sharp as ever hear what it heals
Words have such power
when used they apeal

wavesmadewords:

The eye of the hurricane of temporal sway the shadow of illusion that lights the way
Lifting leverage hieghtened hearing wholesome circus completed circus shining crystals
Valley of the fijords filled in natures confusions even in natures violence mother feels land falls and fills in the spring comes to heal
Fertile Eden imagination utopian jungle filled to the brink with life everything in dancing light speaking in unknowing knowledge
Feel the roots in the cool dirt walk that path barefoot that follows.
In that pyramid fear is swallowed tribal flowing soul is knowing flying trying here now lay the answers no need for how
Strike struck dash pass simple lines come to kind outside the body eludes to mind
Mental gymnastics find what sticks looking like Woodstock 69 laying down heavy licks meditation of desires sparkling sprinkling flickering youthful candle fires elegant geometric design of these flowers. We all need love. An open heart is full of power.

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Osiris thanatos lethal dose serious isis goddess stars queen of the sky’s Osiris god of death down toward the revive. Show no quarter time is on our side electric pyramids locusts wings ankh on her head makes this a reality sarcophagus of royalty ship towards the endless seas.

A world of many man and women searching living being free minds that bounce around for reason in a way we are walking down a sunlit street stuck between kants mystical of metaphysical for we are here and it is to so much left unseen and the book store of Nietzsche telling is to feel the pain and denounce the mystical abundance.

Will of power to begin on flames volcanoes in the mountain of ethral plane higher self will explain misllust we remake the physical or is already perfect and in love me must recreate but simply relate a whirlpool of emotion with the stars as the stakes.