Honeyed notes sparkling in summer dew,Disconnected from all that you knew,Rekindling, refreshing, renewed,Rays of sunlight, trickling throughinvisible glittering particles, of iridescent truth.
a fool’s playground, broken gold allow it allow it doesn’t it get old? my Ken doll rah like paper folds bold in name and that is all same old same old rise and fall it’s peak though because broken bows don’t help you grow you know.
You look familiar, My rekindled flame, Smiling eyes appear, Spirits the same. Wandering heart, You’re everything you claim, A work of art, In God’s name.
it was a dreamy memean extreme seize the scenecontradiction of lean leadsincantations and prayer beadsdistant whispers in keen tweetshearty sleeves, empty deedsalice in repeat, malice in these streets,a mean feat in sleepy keepsfeed and seek these fleas on fleek.Creep, repeat, delete, leave.Different colour skins.Freeze.What, son?No, it was Sherlock.Again.
Visionless division comes at both sides, blindsighted eyes tying off crimes, commander in chief and fighter pilots flying, high into oblivion: glorified dying, messes disbanded into distant times, fragmented meandering and persistent lies, David and Goliath ride off into the night.
These needles wait for no one, they cramp and pain. Another day of release, tomorrow refilled with the same. A slow push in one direction, our rear view hazed and filtered out. An increase in calamity, multiple rollercoasters of doubt. I’d swap coherent senses with you if we were allowed, removing all the tainted, all […]
the mome raths outgrabe so many dazed, like it makes up, for how you actually had me razed, erasing me, while you set up on stage: you live without menace though, so that makes every mistake okay, like my essence wasn’t crescent enough, detached from real life, pretend cos play, game, set, match; forty-love, forwards, […]