I'ma' come get you wunna these days
ride you around the world a time or two
(I know about the prophecies
I know about the machines)
staggering into the future
blurring lines
We might become cloud-like incarnations
of poems
(dark silent night-trees from dreams)
Monday, August 16, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
or so we thought
after the mystic visions
ripped apart with sweet flesh
drinking the blood of our spirits like
tainted wine
it became so unclear
beneath the muddy waters of
what we once loved endlessly
(these times repeat themselves so often)
we have never heard of them
Most of the travelers have forgotten their
destination
and origin
be at home inside of
mine
after the mystic visions
ripped apart with sweet flesh
drinking the blood of our spirits like
tainted wine
it became so unclear
beneath the muddy waters of
what we once loved endlessly
(these times repeat themselves so often)
we have never heard of them
Most of the travelers have forgotten their
destination
and origin
be at home inside of
mine
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
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