Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Spacious Gail

Not as if the Lord would say "i'm displeased with you and this new day."

Noise

Blah blah, ha ha, ga ga, mama..PAPA! whome did ye yearn, lies conjure turns. Master-full magester, conquering minds. Killing that is, what 't means to be timed.
Por favor, endeavor to be like the unseen, swift in your sin, silent in screams.
Naught my father i love and be live, seek what it knows, splendor theese gifts.
Alas, thy curse, bought cures upon them, found screaming in darkness, twords new love again.
Peasant pestilence pulling my mind, the child of worldy order chaos combined.
My truth is i am one being in full, yet in it i see devils unfold.
How could you know, as the river doth flow, Styx holds the souls of my family's role.
Let me fall, for why i have,
Raise me up, for them i gave,
And in the middle,
Doth death 'pon risen,
Those solemn secrets provide provision.


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Drem

Yeah, dreams.

Just Write

I heard from a friend that this shit never ends, if thats true then this hue, such an ugly piece of you, isn't all what it seems, and i guess theese are just dreams, so infected with a purpose, the've lost the meaning of the circus. Now you and I are quite alike, i mean we must be, were here alright. And in this sense of sure real wonders, them seven others are just uncovered. Ahha, ok, there is no sense, alas my friend, i've nothing new, nor old, nor fine, nor pricelessly owned, for this gold land which i seek, lies beyond those doors of sleep. Yes infinity i constantly cry, i guess i guess i guss i'm i, but who and how can i know your me, i suppose i'm just a boy crazy.


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Saturday, March 20, 2010

Knowing is how you go

If you have to know you simply ask, the world will turn your mind sure blast, alas alas, the betty bop, i linger onward, to find a mouse, a tea pot dances only as long, as the feather duster sings the song, a homililee of jonny chin, he woke a night, in love and wind. Perhaps you know, just why we see, i dont wish to play today, the game on which you know 't thire, Wrong? Yellow spots, are spotty, spoting dreaming yellows from the highest ground, there 't be not a soul to need, sept' dreams and dreams and fields of ye.


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Haley

I grit my teeth and it worked i tried and my quirk was undone and alas my love was up with and andy the end.

Its okay to go back so long as its up, its ok too fall down as long as your standing back up...look at my life, look in the mirror you fool. sick to your stomach from the image in front it, causes a hemmorage in my heart, i bleed and steal from the blood i wish to drink my l ife, its all i know for the same....Lord sees me and spites my soul, i'm sure hes here now despite my roll, i have the feeling as if i'm higher, although my bones defile my aire, dear sire, plz forgive the forgetfullness of my pest the wicked witch i feel in love with on the west, oh and of course, the death whom i take next.

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Mid-morning sunbathe

Dear sis, thewhite king, his blessing wrong, i long for eddie boy and his love inside his heart...dear sis, i've found a funny thing, a lilly dream, a boy named me, and his face like eye.

Dear brother, i feel your pain there are no holidays, all the pieces fit anew, into a blue, most strangely fitted day.

Dearest sister, i know you hear my noise, yet these men who claim me are no more than simple toys.

Dear brother its quite alright, to live in fear, and loves delight, there is much fright, yet tis the night, the nature of spooks, of me and you.

Dearest sister, i feel for you, wihtout your words my mind would blew.

Oh dearest brother, that was me last night, you gave me kisses i gave you sighs.

Dear sweet sister, i let you down, i'm sorry my friend, i'll come for you , again and again, alas one time, i hope is right, i will save your soul...and live with it right.


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