"yeah (sigh) visions" Thu Mar-29-07 12:45 AM by Ezzsential
Open up the sky and shine light through the holes- I am needing to be touched...
My bloodstream the fountain of love waves that curl under the moon and luster at high pitch. Winks windchime- and eyelashes are tassles lips pouty and beating a pulse eyes are half-moon shaped Skin is the milk of mother- stirring the windmills of plush to a cotton embryo Circling hands are all over my body-cup my head for support-running their fingers through my hair. Two engaging bodies at standstill-becoming one- turning on a pottery machine. Willows blow in the air to the fields that we run in for miles- and turn and turn- dropping on the earth's face-exploding with laughter.
With each passing vision a fairy-dusted breeze collected me and passed me into another...dropping me there- to experience-like the ghost of past christmas...
shouldn't say it all or it will be taken stolen by the Devil God's my only vacation
3. "sleepy hollow (written in 04)" In response to Reply # 0
"Sleepy Hollow"
>I’d rather sleep on layers of hands with the pillows of >fingers pinching me to see if I coexist where wind blows and >dresses bell and fill with air so I can drift from incision >to incision and not fully acknowledge the weary willows or >crying rivers and how everything is being pulled to the left >and how all colors are streaking at my waist because my skin >is ripping away in pieces to make a cloth for the sky >because I’m hot from the sun beating, my heart beating.. the >friction is causing static that needs to plummet and land in >a fluctuating eye, striking like lightning, leaving hairs >peach fuzzing a purple aura, that forms a bubble that will >once again float my spirit into the curves and ribbons of >words…impaling the gelled air ,sloshing us to reach for >eachothers hands and you won’t let go through the scattering >projections and holograms, the milking wools of clouds and >we can kiss forever into the whirlpool infusing with >sparkles trickling
>Hold me silver, glistening >Angeled and bent >Collect me now before I streak through your hands > >For we are past making love >I don’t think you can plunge yourself deep enough inside me > >Hast I only wake from this slumber if I can dangle from your >arms...
shouldn't say it all or it will be taken stolen by the Devil God's my only vacation
4. "Pheonix Fluids (2004) repost" In response to Reply # 0
I think this was archived but they got rid of most of the old archives.. wtf
"pheonix fluids"
riddle me tender eyelashes are tassles simultaneously sedated assessing druge pastures peddle the butterfly, cranking it's wings until bleeding the sheening rays are beaming in freon every essence of my barcoded being i'm freezing... in eighth echo guitar flip the baton, to break it's bar... pour out the stealth menage scrape the stars from the sky with the corners of greeting cards blistered sparks fizzle fog from the fissures...blurb bodyparts mangled pipes, and pin-up...
your lips slit a grey goodnight as i curl up in abandonment with half mooned shaped eyes drape arched over a padded plaster pillar, descending as hairgrowth scissors are hemoraging antidotes, stencil in the grandiose pain with a pen , cut it then hem lay these parts over my body...i rock the missing limbs I had hoped to cling to you pouting my lips and become a girl again a trademarked eternal kingpin manilla luster..i rusted in wingspan syphillus splendor swaping a muse for a canter careless whispers rattle the skelaton, it's berries fall failure stich manner with small talk memorabilia after all, twinkle toes has become a spectacle remove these sutures holding me together and let me peel from physical...
shouldn't say it all or it will be taken stolen by the Devil God's my only vacation
i mislead as i proceed to be free fighting to be dom i'm societies scum how cum no one response fear the don blueprinting a plot sleeping in a lot lotto scratch off it only cost dollar but being raise wit no father hurts deep inside forever family shoe string ties broken so why does good boys hold on to hoping bad boy for life i use to want a wife now i want a knife to even the concrete like bleek screws loose going back to boosing cowboy boots after smahing glass i pass that sight gave me insite to how i need to speed my nights stealing from those stealing from you ha ha out the blue hulk butmy skin ain't green here's a ring go it from a fien head trip beating down drug dealers in front of thecorner wit the camera i'm damage yeah wit you windows caught down slippingat the red light fuck being polite i hate black and whites why do we need colors or what's yo race can't you see it in my face i'm fed up like slim shady going nuts smacking buts ghost hunts huts how i'ma get my thrills how i'ma kill locking away how i feel in a tub of my on bubbling blood because my wrist was cut dam luck i live
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥
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