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.
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
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.
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 doorThe 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
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.
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.