Rampant brush jungle
Reminds me of Durundal
Cat named Stella stumbles
Backyards jungle, a metaphor
Creatures fluff is a semaphor
Jumping over bundles
Somewhere in the heavens,
They are waiting
Rumble, rumble, rumble
Rampant brush jungle
Reminds me of Durundal
Cat named Stella stumbles
Backyards jungle, a metaphor
Creatures fluff is a semaphor
Jumping over bundles
Somewhere in the heavens,
They are waiting
Rumble, rumble, rumble
Balloons blasting the allegations of mastication. What can’t a balloon be? The contrast of the assumed investigation gives you a headache.
Give out more parliaments of birds, as they yell sir, yes sir. All of it is just a horrid blur.
Bales of sodden sky fluff the horizon
Eaten by unicorns
Biting little flickers of ice
Chasing contrails together
Catching a jet airliner
Wingtips passing to touch
Bit and cusp, cusp, cusp
Giddy up for the galloping clouds
A sadness drip we inject
A slippery mess
Mouth full of soons
Popping eyes
Thrusting knives
Rose maze …. Blind
Twice
Twice
Twice
Dies
We wade out the way, to the ocean blue
I have been there way out on the ocean blue
Swimming I was, between these banners bright
Lost in the ocean, but to come back means we don’t
Sucking us down the rip in in the waves comes as suddenly
Grasping for air we see the lights
But then again we ask for a kiss
And then we are on the beach, and feeling dirty, unclean
I did sing to you, your dreams (long)
As the moon did shine upon us
Come hither, to the grove
Deep inside the big Forrest
I did sing to you, your dreams
I did sing to you, your dreams
You did sleep upon the leaves of autumn
And woke upon springs first rain
The fires of summer did come again!
And thats how we met,
In time again and times that pass
We meet again, and then we part
Four of us will meet again,
Four of us when sleep began
I did sing to you, your dreams
I did sing to you, your dreams
Well meet again and meet to part
Feet will take to the path
March upon the winters ground
And thats how we met,
In time again and times that pass
We meet again, and then we part
and then we part…
(to the tune of Creep by Radiohead)
I can’t hear you breathing. I can’t hear my thoughts. I am close to panic. It’s all out of sorts. The poison on the water, and flames in the sky. A crane hanging dangerously, one day it will fly.
I can’t hear my heartbeat. I can’t hear your sigh. Square cogs in my engine. The hell of reality, the heaven of the night. A sunset of a civiliation, one day it will die.
It’s all a dream. A horrible nightmare. Tell me I’m going to wake soon. Tell me I’ve already died! It’s just to much to bear. This ignores all the facts. We aren’t the only ones here, but we will take them with us when we go. Go. Go. On.
I’ve never been able
The grit and the table
Horse and her stables
Bridge lovers cables
Various embodiments of Hagel
Shimmer ever alongside clouds
Light seems to trip all the mounds
Pending upon fur pound
Very trod vent shaped like hounds
Crime embers bring high fowls
Fights dreamed in cowls
Emery gathered and bound
Cherry pie went, four clouds
Standing in dawn darkness
Outline of a city below harkens
My frigid breath is icy waves
Cascade froth over the cappuccino gaze
Yellow dust flowers spring to life
Wattle, I breathe in its sand castle essence
Danger clouds face me; moon is a crescent
Up beyond a yellow blimp falls
Diners at the street cafe call
It crashes, down like a wet mop
It’s gallon shape flop, flop, flop
awake
Eating all the clouds
Breaking all their moister
Mawl down the lighting and the ice
Filling bellies full of watery vice
Brace, riding this carrion is hard
They eat their way scaring the sky
They are serving tea and biscuits in the first class cabin
On the ivory steps, Phobos wept in his melancholy rage seeking new fear
Morpheus in his technicolour Dreamcoat, stepping across from the marble quarry smiling like a madman
I’m your new best friend, all thief of the night they call me, I’ve adapted
Hope still sits, in their ivory hall trying all she can to hide from me
You don’t need her, you can take no for an answer
But you are master, dream lord, my superior, you do not know what it is like, you will long be here, as dreams won’t cease but fear, fear can be destroyed by hope
She is indeed a destroyer, like yourself, but only a seeker of anew which, you love secretly here on her ivory steps
What if I could tell you the mortals can need you as much? Do I let you both in the dreaming castle?
Well, I would be able to exist as long as you, as her. I would only ever love her from afar but I would still be able to love her.
This the coat was drawn upon the wholeness and all their present retired to a castle were fear, hope and dreams lived for a long long time
Damn
Blue the distance
Convergence we gather/crosses we shatter
I wish I was bulletproof on the tune player
Does it matter? Rafters/plots pantomime horse slayer
Cram
Leave this wish ant
Apple tastes, butter grace/fly buzzcut shone in the race
Moon kisses her mace. She wields it with all her grace
Flavour/silver bottle dies in a haste
Stamp
Is that a quote from Immanuel Cant?
I’m sink/ing
Render of
Tale of my
Heart?
Brain?
Stomach?
Blue? It’s not blue its grey
No other colour can be as heartless
Cold and unyielding
I’m sink/ing
In this soup of grey
Yet orange light
Sun/light
Of this setting day
Blooms around
Is it hope? Or a coming flame?
Either would be welcome