drink the breath
speak
thus align
break the water
twenty four hours
till we drain the wine
before bed
set the sun off
course of upset
voice is off
distilled
with a cold choke to the threat
meet the avenues
aim to forget but forge
on ahead
just don't stop walking
being idle equals death
mind
could smoke a man
only when he stroked
under the table
less dreaming
with a wave of euphoria
silver strips of hair
pulled apart all the stop lights
drain the defeating
pursuit that drives
you inward
rattles the men that speak in Teeth
etched out across when your eyelids spoke
volumes
and your laughter in me
was in pause...
because you're unaware
or simply don't believe what I read was true
just let it fly over head
till your back on your knees
earning the pursuit of twenty two hours of lip service
wrapped around a wet bottle
unable to master the hand
but you taste the salty sea
when revived tastes sweeter than you ever imagined
You can swallow / you can spit
he stings you over the fear of captivating
arresting in intentions but sealed off from the rest
wake up twice scream but do not accept defeat or anything less
than this resistance you seek claim the fortified towers
masking you from all you taste but dream in such a short period
the speed of the train knocks you overboard onto your face and hands
you're so wet behind it all in a two decade trance that won't last
just smoke the pipe that speaks back but only calls your name
when you've accepted the taste
don't get burned by the
summer reign
yea
for mojo risin
Friday, June 25, 2010
Saturday, June 5, 2010
so you wanna fly
like me
when your soul sets its self on fire
thus agreed
they won't let you go
run after all you see
thumbing your pages
both made of fire
secretly
dare to awaken all you taste
give you room to breathe
with freedom of though
the doors of expression
and now you are here
meet me
through the doors of perception
watch them cleanse forever
to see freedom
for the first time
bask in it's sights
like me
when your soul sets its self on fire
thus agreed
they won't let you go
run after all you see
thumbing your pages
both made of fire
secretly
dare to awaken all you taste
give you room to breathe
with freedom of though
the doors of expression
and now you are here
meet me
through the doors of perception
watch them cleanse forever
to see freedom
for the first time
bask in it's sights
Thursday, June 3, 2010
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