Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
My thoughts murder
I miss the moonlight, the north,
And those amazing eyes,
Flirting down upon the
Angry areas of hell,
Enough to turn tempers
Into dazed smiles.
The dance of the stars,
This indigo dream.
I'm on fire and under water,
Praying to swim deeper.
My youth, my yesterdays;
To think I once had
A mind, turned it to dough.
It hardened under the sun.
No longer flexible.
My thoughts murder
Away the hours and
Spring paranoia like a
Jungle, vivid, bright but doomed.
The usual black trouble,
With an evil tongue, please.
Quiz the mortals, teeth biting
Down on friendly fire,
Fruits of labor, stole away.
Yes, mountains impress me.
Destroy the gloom of a country
Ravaged by an evening of various slits.
The danger passes and
The weather threatens.
I hold down this cottage, start
Wars in the kitchen and escape
With bread crumbs to lead me back.
Hiding in night, camo
Like a zebra, I'm black and white,
Resting on oval stones,
Stable but blind.
This basket, this case, glazed in
Glory, a hunter on highways
Leading to various lands of
Robbery; These people, black pearls.
Not the right jewels.
To think I was once a kite,
So free and now a zoo of regret.
I'm toughened leather, a quarter
Of nothing and
A neighbor to insanity.
No order. No introduction.
Just x-ray vision and
No xanax to heal what I see.
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And those amazing eyes,
Flirting down upon the
Angry areas of hell,
Enough to turn tempers
Into dazed smiles.
The dance of the stars,
This indigo dream.
I'm on fire and under water,
Praying to swim deeper.
My youth, my yesterdays;
To think I once had
A mind, turned it to dough.
It hardened under the sun.
No longer flexible.
My thoughts murder
Away the hours and
Spring paranoia like a
Jungle, vivid, bright but doomed.
The usual black trouble,
With an evil tongue, please.
Quiz the mortals, teeth biting
Down on friendly fire,
Fruits of labor, stole away.
Yes, mountains impress me.
Destroy the gloom of a country
Ravaged by an evening of various slits.
The danger passes and
The weather threatens.
I hold down this cottage, start
Wars in the kitchen and escape
With bread crumbs to lead me back.
Hiding in night, camo
Like a zebra, I'm black and white,
Resting on oval stones,
Stable but blind.
This basket, this case, glazed in
Glory, a hunter on highways
Leading to various lands of
Robbery; These people, black pearls.
Not the right jewels.
To think I was once a kite,
So free and now a zoo of regret.
I'm toughened leather, a quarter
Of nothing and
A neighbor to insanity.
No order. No introduction.
Just x-ray vision and
No xanax to heal what I see.
8-2-10
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My thoughts murder
My thoughts murder