Crossing over mad,
age over ice
ignoring makes sad
the slice of life
the wayward drifting of leather
over oceans of asphalt
constantly striving for better
to a place that never has fault
the one and the two
the edge of your kiss
the ledge what was provided
said you are young here it is
here is your life, an infinity of choice
that begs you to choose, yet will pleads be
jagged. be broked on
that precipice, half dangling
I choose what changes into songs that hurt
so they will be gone by the time they are better
and become the ballads of changing
they never intended to be
to be anything invokes the pain of division
my cells sing of oneness as our bodies are broken
Longing to lie along you, ignoring time and space
minute hand spirals while menut arms embrace
indifferent a las horas spent basking in your aura
and what drives me out
of that presence wails
IS THAT THE END?
IS THAT IT?
weary, elastic breast of mine is clicking tighter
with every second hesitated
the saving made tighter by one flow
toward the heavy lung I want to land on
Is that the end
Did Ulysses return home
Can you see any other way
but the cork of the pap
but the cork of the pap
of what was a miracle of ever open
the new single of a New You
the forced result of a masterpiece
a missing piece
10,000 miles away from me
a missing piece
10,000 miles away from me
for I am a coward, and I am a fool
I left you shattered, an orphan in Istanbul
Fragments of an opal, scattered in Constantinople
The light remains focal, and still I stay hopeful
The light remains focal, and still I stay hopeful
that some comet will dust its majesty
upon the silver line
between our deities and
we will know god like
tin cans
and remember the can as only you and the
electric drums if I could choose
it'd be the only move enough to
keep moving, never cease
a rampant, ragged rain-soaked release
I'm the stain on the stocking (stalking)
of this stark white savage civilization
I'm the stain on the stocking (stalking)
of this stark white savage civilization
for the name of a sorry creation.
And here comes the omen
And here comes the omen
of what I wanted to believe in
And here comes the omen
of where I am
And here comes the
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