Dances of the dragons lace , imbroided with judgdmental lace , eating away the perfect embrace .....walk with its jaded saphired heart , already shattered from deemd vast past, the indented shards.....such intensity as it beats ...and every turn u hit deciet ...tho habit grounds the motions of fears and doubts within u in hind sight never even existed spite.
unchambered fights that welt beneath visions, ensight weak , uncanningly , unique ..tho justice does not stand a vital grasp...u know your purity stands no moment of praise but stolen by the momtents of humanities , lured corupt maze..bring forth lies and not you but untruthful slides ...i dare not ever comprehend such evolism as innocense is where i keep my mind ..battered and welded in pride...and scard by others weaponary bites...
not lost not found wrenched between unmotioned vows .pictures of every vile moments, lifes chosen untasteful improviseations ...now steps of sacrifice .yet earnings of nothing to return clarity and human rites...tho peering thru anothers eyes ,,,rite from wrong ...not a stable compromise existence it never pathed.
sleep so divine ...i wish just once i coud its divintiy entise..the point of never wanting to close your eyes it takes it rouitinal vice and overcomes u a clovered feeling of falling so deep you actually forget to breathe ...and inside anxiety delves its pits of crazy clust....just one infinite sec or hour ..a ploy even may become days ....a desire i shall alwys despair ..i close my eyes and new scripts of life unfolds its spice of blinding fite ....it breaks my vital mentor of peerd advice.
Hawl out my heart and on i t let the sun shine down...
open your mind and thru it let the wisdom fall..
Give me your word and i will give you all my trust...
words what i deem pure
lost in seconds of others evil evently..
give me a sign and i will give u all my undemed unique shrines...
theres dirt in my mouth from punishments unjustly they fed
theres blood comming out of every rip and every tare....
a Bird would break his wings like a heart would cut her strings ..
and there isnt anything ever deemed able to comfort me.
my battered skin like gasoline ..burning out a hole in me
there guilty hearts leave me in ruinne..
No body knows me ..
No one will ever see ....
the difference between what is and what could never be....anothter unjustice of others tareing shares of my soul still breaking existnece to free..
such a saphired heart lies within me ..rises the waterfalls of being who i was ment to be...battles yet defeats of woven seeds that shanted my humanity and time of wasteful faze lured unforfilled and in pride i reclaimed...



message me back sometime and perhaps we could catch up on things x
Nay
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Seven seconds, seven signs and seven breaths. The universe is infinite, sacrifice sanity to discover why.
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The exception that disproves the rule - the walking contradiction that always makes sense.
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Love makes the world go round...want a hug?
clint
...much love...
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Dream your own dream and follow your own star...there wouldnt be a heaven full of stars if we
were all ment to wish on the same one..
there will always be dreams much grander and humbler than yours..
but there will never be a dream exactly like your own...
do your best at all you do.....this is all your dreams ask of u..
but it is everything.....
much love and respect..
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