Upheaval of the top soil is pushing forth new vines.
Plants are growing that have never seen the sunlight...this is my mind based in imagery.
Change is slow, drastic, fast, soon and always daily.
Perhaps we never practice what we preach?
Perhaps we never seem to understand the beat?
His name was McChintley and it was a violent dream affair.
Dull flames of memories igniting passionate feeling. It was flowing before my eyes the tapestry of subconscious reality. What I thought of what, before I know what meant what.
How could I forget what I took so seriously was just a joke?
Toy helicopters in the air, I was falling with three umbrellas left to save me but they failed and I fell into an empty backyard pool. I'd wish to show you but I'd rather see what you know.
Imagine a beautiful blue sky streaked with clouds. Miles up I was there a tiny spec falling. The air washing my clothes the ground pulling me closer, I didn't have a choice. That is what life is like.
I wish, I could just be happy.
I wish I could just be happy.
I wish I just be happy.
I wish just be happy.
I just be happy.
I be happy.
be happy.
happy.
As you realize the truth, I've always wondered what it'd be like to acquire something you could never loose, we (me and you the reader) are bound together in this statement.
What would it be like to never loose sanity? To never loose faith? To never loose hope? To never loose hate? To never loose pain? To never loose anything... Everything is transient and temporary nothing exists forever not even time. It to will die and what will be is immortality.
I thought of love today and I thought of apathy how true a jaded soul can be when we ignore everything. Its not important...but it is.
I love it all, I love you all, I bless you all...
Tragedy in ringlets wrapped around silence, how broken our dreams turn out to be when the pieces fragment into reality. How the best artists succeed in painting life beautifully, while complaining about the misery. For the contrast we all need or how exciting could a portrait be when its a blank canvas? Rather how could we learn to appreciate the blank canvas as a Monet?
burn it.
burn it all to the ground. destroy everything you love. destroy misery. destroy happiness. destroy life. destroy death. destroy destruction. abolish life. breathe and be.
a travesty has arisen I believed I was forgiven I thought I knew but nothing came to be, I listened quietly and became true. I dreamed violently and became ill I thought I knew but nothing came to be. I dream today eternally like today was forgotten but this here is not sickness speaking, rather than be forgiven we forget to amuse ourselves with costs and price pretend as long as we want but there truth will never fade. Truth will never die. Truth will never wait. Truth will never be. Truth in every single object of existing.
Blossoming forever, growing conscious thought is this.
Plants are growing that have never seen the sunlight...this is my mind based in imagery.
Change is slow, drastic, fast, soon and always daily.
Perhaps we never practice what we preach?
Perhaps we never seem to understand the beat?
His name was McChintley and it was a violent dream affair.
Dull flames of memories igniting passionate feeling. It was flowing before my eyes the tapestry of subconscious reality. What I thought of what, before I know what meant what.
How could I forget what I took so seriously was just a joke?
Toy helicopters in the air, I was falling with three umbrellas left to save me but they failed and I fell into an empty backyard pool. I'd wish to show you but I'd rather see what you know.
Imagine a beautiful blue sky streaked with clouds. Miles up I was there a tiny spec falling. The air washing my clothes the ground pulling me closer, I didn't have a choice. That is what life is like.
I wish, I could just be happy.
I wish I could just be happy.
I wish I just be happy.
I wish just be happy.
I just be happy.
I be happy.
be happy.
happy.
As you realize the truth, I've always wondered what it'd be like to acquire something you could never loose, we (me and you the reader) are bound together in this statement.
What would it be like to never loose sanity? To never loose faith? To never loose hope? To never loose hate? To never loose pain? To never loose anything... Everything is transient and temporary nothing exists forever not even time. It to will die and what will be is immortality.
I thought of love today and I thought of apathy how true a jaded soul can be when we ignore everything. Its not important...but it is.
I love it all, I love you all, I bless you all...
Tragedy in ringlets wrapped around silence, how broken our dreams turn out to be when the pieces fragment into reality. How the best artists succeed in painting life beautifully, while complaining about the misery. For the contrast we all need or how exciting could a portrait be when its a blank canvas? Rather how could we learn to appreciate the blank canvas as a Monet?
burn it.
burn it all to the ground. destroy everything you love. destroy misery. destroy happiness. destroy life. destroy death. destroy destruction. abolish life. breathe and be.
a travesty has arisen I believed I was forgiven I thought I knew but nothing came to be, I listened quietly and became true. I dreamed violently and became ill I thought I knew but nothing came to be. I dream today eternally like today was forgotten but this here is not sickness speaking, rather than be forgiven we forget to amuse ourselves with costs and price pretend as long as we want but there truth will never fade. Truth will never die. Truth will never wait. Truth will never be. Truth in every single object of existing.
Blossoming forever, growing conscious thought is this.
niobe:
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