written and performed by stranded
prod. by lost soul
wings flap hopelessly
in a chasm of loneliness
there’s even the absence of ghostliness
banished
i don’t exist
i collapse into smoke
the soluble ash
of a galapagos abyss
when humans approach
the animals are cold
relaxed and motionless
rainbow swimming lizards
dimly shimmer
in a futuristic shade
inviolable to danger
my doppelgänger is an empty grave
in the oasis realm
of this dragon’s lair
is the lasting stare
of empty eyes
that inhabit the air
i improvise
as i clash with despair
trapped in the confines
of a sylphine cache of nightmares
emphatic light GLARES
for
being the most honorable
of life’s wares
shadows fight fair
they allow what there is to ignite
to present a bright flare
being active
when the moon reigns
doesn’t exactly denote
a patently consumed flame
for
a shadow can move
and allow the light
absent
to bloom
into a roaring flower
with a huge mane
and a shower of truth
somehow shouts in a mute blaze
peace to jamar
and for the beat from allah
mere sparks
can steer the heart
of a deep dark beast to a star
make the shades on your soul
that are so frequently drawn
go from being open for a peek
to COMPLETELY ajar
for those who provide warmth
i APPRECIATE y’all
for
while i am most comfortable in the cold
there are times
when i need a break
to be thawed
to leave the shade
to briefly bathe in the dawn
for
a sibling orphan
is a source of strength for the strong
After that There should be no words written to say
ReplyDeleteThat it must be unforgotten let none else in and wait
Until it remains
To go through something similiar but given a different aim
Where instead of a risk of quick decay its a brilliant display of wisdom, a simple change once you intake.
A gift you gave to open the self will to save oneself, the hearing of one whisper you escape the violent beating of getting jumped into a gang
A gang of dopplegangers who lost all anger and need yours to continue today
If waiting for an other to die is their faith
My instincts is how long does this take
Getting pulled into a unending decision unmade
Kids afraid to leave the dark or they will see depth of dim shade
From whence the came from
As if....
Lest you need a Muslims bosom because maybe you live
ReplyDeleteIn a giant boot but hey the shoe fits
What you doing in a Giants boot kid
ReplyDeleteWhat if it's foot slips in
Interview you in hopes youve got the old sword that's too huge to grip
Put the big hilt underneath the living room with
coats and jackets hanging on it the brute'll miss
Another hero tale in time to revive a heathen with amusement.....
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