People in the valley
Don't like the people
On the hill
But thanks
To the village on the slope
They one day will.
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Tort (working title)
You will not exact
Your wickedness
My God takes me down
An overwrought mind
Counting its sins
A writhing body
In a demented state
That vindicates you
But leaves clean our record
With you being right
Inside of me a relentless spirit
That keeps it all in balance.
Your wickedness
My God takes me down
An overwrought mind
Counting its sins
A writhing body
In a demented state
That vindicates you
But leaves clean our record
With you being right
Inside of me a relentless spirit
That keeps it all in balance.
Beneath it All
Death lives in my mind like an aquifer
Beneath the surface of verdant lands
Undiscovered and natural
Its reserves untapped the off springs
of the land grow nourished by sun and rain
Nature makes sense of death
The emotions of those who will survive many
Natural and potentate as the aquifer
Some will be said after we drink
Gratitude some will feel
But the dead are spared
Like an aquifer that lay silent and cool beneath a verdant surface
Nourished by blazing sun and pounding rain
The words now wake within those who survive
emotional and fueled by libations
in a drunken like carelessness
seen sometimes at death
and sometimes at discovery.
Beneath the surface of verdant lands
Undiscovered and natural
Its reserves untapped the off springs
of the land grow nourished by sun and rain
Nature makes sense of death
The emotions of those who will survive many
Natural and potentate as the aquifer
Some will be said after we drink
Gratitude some will feel
But the dead are spared
Like an aquifer that lay silent and cool beneath a verdant surface
Nourished by blazing sun and pounding rain
The words now wake within those who survive
emotional and fueled by libations
in a drunken like carelessness
seen sometimes at death
and sometimes at discovery.
Demo (working title)
All I said was can I take a picture cause I find your stockings very wrong and I need to share it with my friends on Instagram. Next thing you know she and she boys pummeling me talking bout "faggits too damn disrespectful". I end up in the police station and then me and the popo drive around looking for them. I was alright cause like they was drunk and didn't realise they wasn't doing too much damage... thankfully!
*fly*
Maybe you don't know that moment while a decision is considered. Its thought about for such a long time you begin to wonder if you're writing a script for a movie and scenes are being seen like an aircraft flying low over sun bathed mountains and its Fantasy Island all over again with many possibilities possible. Ambivalence reigns and reigns again every time it is repeated ambivalence it reigns, like you, when it pours. This is boring there is no pouring only poring as ambivalence reigns between words and a thousand decisions are not made.
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