Pricks of starlight frothing from the formidable sky. Grey clouds smothering the moonshine. Down warmth from the old fur knitting. It’s just soft enough to sleep soundly.
Blue sun rises on frosty plains. I wake and begin the day. Warmth coming and kissing the ground. Softly melting, and bringing a hope for spring.
This moist morning due
a Friday’s moves
Choice tickets torn in two
Recant the wolfs howled they cant survive on rice
Blue plants given a chew
And waiting in ice cream parlors was the way for our crew
In lieu, in lieu
Impressionist duels!
Dying for the winters eyeshadow
Crushed by marrowbones grown in thick orange groves
My queen, I brung down my life for your winter
I have no use for myself anymore
Give me leave to dot my eyes
Oh I cry, oh I cry
Trees sitting still in autumn rain
Sometimes, music comes to me
Pain, goes and sits and watches
It’s just a reminding present
Of my body’s sore and broken promises
Past my mistakes and indeed was it fate?
Decided and debating and devised
In my head it’s always active like a new hive
White is my life, grey woman is my namesake
But new green, shoots and roots
Grow in my hair
I’m sure they’ll be the new trees ready to stand
Still in the autumn rain
1. I’m just as bad as all of the rest
Telling the truth today
It’s just a featherweight fighting for rate
Getting the bell because it’s used
Stony sand and a beer in a half pint
Singing with motorcycles blooms
Chorus:
But I don’t see how
Rick and his brother still love
It’s all 9 hells and a few more to quell
Just down and down and down and down
2. I’m just as hurt as the man in the pond
Shooting up black opium
Hark the herald devils singing you home
Warehouse spaces left empty
Homeless emotions see the memory
Murder distance from trendil energies
We sleep or walk under the light
Forever seeking the right path
Through the forest frights
Dark under cloudy mourning the bright
After all we all love under the same moonshine. I ask you to hold me tight.
Downloaded the bedrooms windows, on a cloth like the soft cheeks of a child
Pound by pound, led by a painters sunflower I’m hastily called by the mild taste of saffron
Powerful violins strike a standard, paved by guilty dogs of war
Sour and dulled by storms passing along the craven hills, mauled my ancheint understandings
Screens capped by hail, flashing flasks of festival wines
Trap, trap, the folded tangled, growing wispers
Honey almost every flower found
Grass under a sun beating in on its nested swords
Cows gathered on the hill of fertile grass
Rain and wishing winds flows through the mixed sky
A Hallow group of trees, grove
Flowing from the same time, milk
The soul milk
Do not forget the power of a rose
It’s wise words to those who know
The rose comes with not thorn, but prickles that I can assure you do not tickle
Should you come across a wild thickit; I advise that it’s not a place where in to play cricket
The sunny maze I’d welcome in flower, from now till the dying hours
Piece of the rose, it’s wise words to those who know
Closed
Shut down little corridors
Dirty and dark
Full of black circles
Mazes of mind
Tendrils I’m coming home to
Riding the noises in the forest fae
Spiders, birds, books, wombats, nerds
Strange library, evergreen, oh don’t mind me
Pinky promises flowering essence, cool Ghostly presence
Little strange new dreams of machines, none of them clean
Rocky colors, shook the duller capture
Fresh kill to the bones of the Trill, they’re after the carrion fill
Hot cups, gimlet luck, blue blood, true mud
Flicking others, shadows like cothered muffeled mussel
Dripping with spite their is the spike, and the hill of the place of the armsted respite
Besides that their it is, a spokesman for the next new species
A fairy and a robot, a gathering thought, waves
It’s hand is up, sucking on the teat
Newborn, but not a newcomer
How quickly will it learn?
Of the spiders, birds, books and nerds?
Be sentenced, denting the nose of ticklish airs
Gum to you the sky is the only thing to reach
Opening up to you she heard your crazy cries
Wearing earrings on your branches, the company of the sun
Access the vessel in cloudscape to wounderd drops
Grasping the points on your faces infamy, you poison the growths
The sentence is completely done, denting this nose in ticklish airs
Koala, never a bear
I’ll just tend to this way
Another day away
Into, into the handsome maze
speak to call it a labrynth
Mountains walking above the lakes
The valleys of the voted men
Seeking words of pages tuned
The mothers messages cross as moths
They bring notes of changes to come
No motel for them to stay
During his concerto, he was interrupted
Wizard standing their, and finds the best is just to spread out the and tuck them
His pokers face shows no sign
We stand surrounded by million years
Then in laughter of the chaos
Then will the melted anger become stone
