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The High Roada phalangal ticking, scrapes away the luster and shine
making up time with corrosive scrapings reaching the mind 1
idle threats and impatience run me ragged, locking me up
ramming away into a wall and yet,pushing myself back with a shove 2
damn this block!
A path is evident, whereas there's another less so... confusion
choices...decisiveness... not me at this moment,just a contusion
an obstinate and conflict weary mind works against the heart
making way for devilment and fallacy to sneak in,on the devil's part
a daydream this isn't because this reality chafes like a saddle on a horse
drawing lines with tombstones, while staying on a pre-written course
papyrus still blank, while storms rage and still never rain upon it's face
a disembodied paragraph without thought, hanging in disgrace
what must i do to retreat or escape the intertwining grasp of fear
I fear what might be an error in diction..or the fact that i don't adhere
... what is this?!
absolute... honest... i need a picture to pa
Mannequins and shopping kartsHere we go, running, while in place
Here we go, becoming a mild disgrace
Here we go, mannequins in stores, here we go
A sight to see, posing for anything is likely
Take off the clothes and see imperfections like me
Spot the weakness in models with different parts
We're metaphors as in mannequins and shopping karts
Taking only so much, we're plastics,yet human to the touch
Don't push unless you're willing to carry what falls
Take them away, mannequins
manneqins and shopping karts
Take them awya, Pathotrends
Like bad parts in shopping karts
Take a hand, lead the heart
Frail DedicationsTongues encased in bone and flesh
Fall away under death
Fighting with broken bones and empty threats
Taking with them, what's left
Taking with them
Scared apparitions, not untrue visions
Words matter not, break them down
Watch them scatter, watch them shatter
Watch them scatter
We will not deny the fight
The fight to strengthen our life
Making true the presentation
built on faith, praise new dedications
The WifeA good wife would never provoke her Husband to jealousy.
A good wife would not take advantage of His love.
A good wife wouldn't take gifts from her Husband to parade it to attract other men.
A good wife wouldn't lie with strangers.
A good wife would be faithful.
A good wife would be thankful.
A good wife would be an honor to her Husband.
She wouldn't want to manipulate or hurt Him.
She would seek to build Him up.
To be there for Him, just as He is her.
She'd remain at His side and work with Him.
Seeking to please Him.
Not tear down the house He makes.
Not disgrace Him.
But love Him.
A good partner tries to understand His feelings, not shun them.
Conversations with a madmanAm I mad? I guess it's obvious.
For you just believed you spoke to a planet.
So I'd say your insane, if you don't mind.
Well a mind? I certainly don't.
When I left this house,
I had such a feeling, the need
To kill myself.
But now that I have returned,
From my conversation,
I wish nothing of it.
I need a reconnection,
I need a re-calibration,
With our earth, the deceased planet.
Many view madness as a bad thing,
Something, some state of mind, negative.
However only through madness,
Have I found true, genuine happiness.
For what am I,
But a verbose thought.
Wrapped up in skin and sanguine,
Comprised of fleeting moments,
Faux truths and a
Personal spiritual ideology.
My mind a realm of chaos, undivided.
Constantly warping, changing.
A moment of complete silence?
I could never recall.
Yes, a pit of disorganisation,
But yet of organised anarchy
That follows no fixed form,
No certain structure.
Much like this current piece
That I have entrusted to you,
To happen upon.
Do I retain the right
Towards The Beyond
Spirit breath condenses
in the deep chill of the void.
as these great ephemeral towers
drift, they reflect the cosmic glow.
They belong to unreality,
only in imagination can any of us
scale their heights.
The Dance.You and I dance as life and death,
unbroken and ever going,
circling and never ending.
As the music dies,
and the song stops,
where our dance is paused.
My sight goes gray,
the light in my eyes dims,
and I fall down forever back.
Your face is the last thing,
I saw and remembered so I take great comfort,
that you're forever there before me as I fall down.
So the music revives,
and the song restarts,
where our dance is unpaused.
The music is all around us and surround us,
like the lives we make and take,
and the dance is going faster to bring life and disaster.
The Memory of a Dead Man Walking
Suchlike the will of brimstone beasts,
Is the will of a dead man walking,
In each step is left the prints of carelessness.
Holding the half empty glass with a crack in the side,
stumbling around the dunes in the long wait to become
a savage before the credits roll.
A happy ending was for another tale for another man way
off back in the mirage of the desert that harbors those
dunes as he lies six feet under with a smile by rigor
mortis and a silent song in the beatless heart, there
beneath a tombstone that read,
here lies a memory.
Come Hell or high Heaven, the dead man walking
walks on without a goal or care for the world,
a bottle of dried up whiskey hanging loosely
in hand, gathering sand from the winds of that
coming storm. Illusive would have been his
laughter to sober eyes in that wasteland.
The Memory looks on as a shade beyond the grave,
staring straight at a man of woe, watching those
apathetic trails disappear. The glass fell into
the bosom of those lands beyond greener pastur
Serenaded are the vultures past the
silence of calm demeanor,
where only leaves fall in a quiet Autumn.
The gusts of haunted winds run through a
chilled air that even ghosts choose to
evade in the darkest hours.
No Sunlight had touched the soils below
in any matter of time,
though it had given first light to growth.
Though that canopy cannot keep away the
howls and screams of undead scavengers
which only muffled the sounds of better
birds who sang for the sun.
Third eyes were stitched shut and feet
were bound by illusive chains. How little
the closed treasure chest could ever hold,
where when opened it would have overflowed,
blotting out the haunted sounds and using
the limited light within darkness.
The vultures search only to find with eyeless
sockets, the lively canopy of those growing woods.
Time and all of space could never have grazed those
soils, however wet or dry. Whatever was let in was
by the canopy that guards and shelters.
There were paths in those woods, where many feet h
baby stepsit was probably
celsius met fahrenheit
in a sloppy french kiss on frozen ground.
after all the walking,
the skin of my hands started to crack and bleed;
silence, i decided,
was the solution and the cure. i dipped
my hands into its glowing broth:
warmth suffused my body struggling
to sit still.
on marched the sun,
Heart SongI am conscious of
Getting everything in my body going.
I can control everything in it as I need it
And perceive in it every single touch.
I love my heart as it is.
I am certain of loving it.
In my spiritual hand I take it gently
And I always pay attention to it.
It bounces and flutters in my hand,
Almost up to its edge.
My heart is beating incredibly wild
And I give it a calming picture.
With loving words I talk to it:
In a relaxed, peaceful tranquility may you serve my body.
I am full of gratitude in me,
All this love belongs to you.
You have always provided my body good
And I admire your everlasting courage.
In all fears, in all fright
You have been always awakened.
Through my body you pump the blood,
Even at very extreme anger.
All that always in love to me,
For this I thank thee.
I need all my life
Your everlasting song.
Until I have accomplished my work on Earth
And my soul will set out.
Please accompany me with all your strength,
Until the path is reached.
Till then, I will join
Laugh Me a LullabyLay me down and tell a story to take away the frown
I didn't know comedians had babies
But, your words are infectious as rabies
Giving birth to moments of rare brilliance
Cause if i were, Robbin' "Hood i'd have their millions
Lay me down and tell a story to take away the frown
C'mon my dear, hornin' for some action
Worth the Doe, i'm looking for passion
Cause two wholes take away the fraction
Tell me where the slot is to put my cash in
Do I wrap it up before i put it in deposit
Because i've become leery of keepin it in the closet
Giddy about this money like a teenagers first time
I do know she's after the tip just like her pursed "rhyme"
Lay me Down
Learned in my ways, she can read me sideways
She got there quick like driving from Virginia to LA in five days
... and tell me a story...
Teaching me to laugh at myself and wait to be released
Patience is a virtue and i'll let the four-play get even
To take away the frown.
She told me of how when you're in U endo
And the price of purity ris
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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