Waste of subterfuge, phenom
Altitude is catching me
Secretly
Green-blue cloven tooth
Debonair
Phenom
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Loose Ones with Emotion
Mister punch my ticket, I’ve got to leave here soon
This must be be reliable than foot or on balloon
With that set jaw, I guess you’re coming too
Recess with no calamine
Recently a friend of mine
Saw a crack and fall right through
([Was it with you?] [Maybe that was you?])
Fortune has no bible no promises were made
One that boot has lifted we scurry into shade
With those strong paws I guess that you’ll be saved
Let’s meet past the platform, we’ve got to be there soon
Excuses are for hang ups and blights upon the loom
With those blank eyes, I’m sure you’re coming too
So, then…
TinaM
Hey raw dinosaur, you’ll be sorry
Twinkly meteor, come erase you
We met the subject years ago in spring
Ripe for turning
Idea planted, shifting glances
Breeze coats everything
Tried our patience through formulaic doubt
Forgo witnessing
Seed ignited, brand divided
The star was burning
Expectation a pale comparison
Walls are curing
Our little thorn has rested the birthing
Safe for the cloak
A Torch is a Torch
If I’d rather be dreamless than reckless, then why love you?
Spinning down some rabbit hole where everything disintegrates in time
Not the only fool
To choose between wishful and thankfull is only cruel
Inflection and gesticulation mirrored is it danced or is it mimed?
Not the only fool, not that I have proof
Head down reaching fake your breathing
Teach me wading across
Head down reeling space your beatings
Fading, now its…
Bedlam or contact abated
Staging, staging
Staging weapons of absence negated
Staging, staging
Not the only fool
Mongering abject rebellions
Staging, staging
Staging temples and bait frames afire
Staging, staging
Not the only fool
Not that I have proof
Dysplacia
Piecing together now
I’ve been away, I’ve had to wait too long
Fever all corners brighten
I’ve been away…
Falling into the fountain
I’ve been away….
Catch the starlight and
Stare past the sky
This was once important: RADIEDWALDISNE
July Fourteen
I alternate between wanting to set everything afire and hugging eveything I can wrap around. I do neither. I wait (for what? [For something {for anything}]). Only love for something can unlock doors, but who has patience for keys?
