Engulf our twilight, supersonic blood fights
Into darker green stars we stare
Despair dissipating single thoughts of care
Samurai floodlights, bitter pill is bitten twice
Grit on snow, as my blood simply flows
Wolves surround me, arm is taken freely
Picture all ours, on mountain rocky
Sleep is forbidden here, poisons twice as good for me.
The rush, the push and fuss
Brindabellas ancient and old
Long stories they tell and have told
Crush, crush the leaves of late summer fuss
Dry mould, blue fairy Wren, oh gush!
Comfort speaks of me and my red cloak
Under those hills she sometimes yerns
When she’s angry, they burn
I can find her then, just like the Wren.
Will she be ready to join me? Travelling this mortal place?
Not till the oceans boil, and the dark wolf throws his muzzle and gapes
It’s taken all I’ve lost and all I’ve earned to find peace in those words
In the meantime, perhaps I will spend some time
As a blue fairy wren
dangerous thunderheads brought on by political blunder headsshreds of all the buildings, stings from hail and crops that failed
will we be able to sail away from this place?
or rebuild to the wee hours?
shelter is in the church tower
doesn’t matter if you are so endowed
cower, from these storms and the winds power
irony of the day that it was some of these believers
procedures that made such a mess of this
climate depression, and the cowering congregation
if it seems that Gaia is angry, perhaps that’s just debris in your supree
this angry orange man
does whatever he can
to take all you care about
twist into a doubt mouth
he’s going to get worse
soon all of us will be in a hurse
dangerous blunder heads brought on by political thunderheads
shreds of men, stings from baileys mail and promises that failed
will we be able to save us?
Just as confused
Flowing through my mind
Hiding behind a tree or a bush
My brain drying out like this biting morning
Peaceful trees to sit on away from home
Sun and leaves come and go
Hide from myself and everything
As they all hurt me
Everyone, everything, it all hurts
Domestic chords and monestic cores
Sometimes I wanted
Dark, again already
The bell rings
On the coast
I don’t like to boast
Is the most
Penitent lighthouse to ever fog horned
I’ve got to tell you
I’m not trying to sell you
I can ring a bell for you
About this lighthouse so adorned
I’ve crossed many seas
I’ve broken to many a ocean breeze
I beg you on my knees
The lighthouse is the sight for captains forlorn
I’m eating the last
Of the salty crusted bass
And at the tip of the mast
My lookout shouts for spotting the glalore’n
Yorkshire jokers blue flamed jugglers
I’m sorry about this message
Getting her back
Lost like my friends
But her especially
I’m eating warmed porridge out of Earthly bowls
Rubbish fills the seats of the theater
I only watch, eating and seeing
Juggling in the past
What a strange thing fire sends me
Each of the months and days I have spent
Searching
Airs dragons and clouds
Waters floods and hidden self hate
Earths desire and enormous distance
Fires jugglers and death
I know this puzzle so well
But then
Hello father
Flames are my favorite part of my death
Remember that day
We all fought
Hard and long
Leave me to play with fire
A while longer
A pop up monkey with brass knuckles She lulled the Phoenix that was armed with a metal bar
It made a ping as the warrior Monkey hit it
Phoenix knew their was no use crying and turned to their martial art known as the Sketch Method
Monkey tussled up her Navy training to support her revolutionary ways
Phenonix was raised by wolves and Amanda Palmer and knew how to reef the knots of hits that came its way
Monkey ripped her dirty rotten imbeciles shirt and lit it with Phenoxis own flames she transit with a pong and muttered the magic words “West Pac”
The spell made the flame burst green bricks and brass rubber bands that flew into the air with speed
They hit Phoenix with a mighty cockbeltch leasing it to swear on mighty Astro zombies and re supply its presentables
Monkey made a mental note to mention this battle to her friend the Elk next time she visited the factory and prepared for the Phenoxis retailing blow
The Phenoxi knew it was beaten and flew up into a mighty flame that spelled the letters N S and K
Monkey was pleased at its victory and looked to see what prize she would be able to put into her locker
It was just a Kingswood kid?
“Oh Super Ralen? I’m going to have to get the cash for this one. I was hoping for a Lyre of Byrdland. Such is life.”
She picked it up, and took off to find a good burns ward.
The knight of flowers
Guardian of the grove
Blooming fresh scent
Fleet of posies red
Here comes a crow
Every string is concerned
Don’t believe me?
I’m not surprised my love
This is why I tie you up
In these binds
Listen to my voice
As you know how to trust me
Learn how to trust this truth
Feel this loop it is the roots they are strings
Tighten blood bonds on your feet
You walk on these
Boots
Reach into the trees leaves,
More strings
Careful caressing will reveal
Touch as swoon you will, to you hair the
Breeze
Phantom of my life, atoms are all
Strings tied into little balls
Tie into strings connect
A little lonely
Fletch
Fishermen in a lake, and yours is great
Little liquid form
A thick string to plumb the depths
Rope that’s now
Wet
Dismal bloods, beads out like water
Watch and see it thicken
It is sap from the tree
Thickens scabs that the strings can be seen
Ties
You see the boots walk on the roots
Winds blow you stringy hair
Tied by the fletch
Wetter by the lake
Ties again with the blood
Strings are connected together my love
Just as you are to them
My feet are worn and my hart is heavy
Look upon me make me wary
is it a look of love or a look of hate
a single most distance stare that meet my chest
a jumbled mind that wishes for the wet
her look upon me is medusas gaze
a star so frightening it paralyzes me beyond all care
I cannot concentrate
I cannot think
I cannot speck
walk forward does my bravery but he is no use
against the star of the medusas gaze he is no match
for again I sit there paralyzed beyond all care
On the bus
In the classroom
In the office tower that touches stars that loom
beyond infinity of all that gaze
its concentrated on me on that day
I see the view that we all perceive in the gaze of light and there is not escape
they say the eyes are the window to the soul
I am trapped in yours and beyond all call
try and speak to me and you will see
that beyond you there is me
I have to fight
I know thats right
to win your love on this night
the window in the door and the gaze that meets the flour
let us dance to the shower of the morn
let us drink to the heavens above
but baby don’t look at me in that way
don’t use that gaze
cause I will be lost forever
within your soul
Very I’m going through
Feeling
Yell
It’s a hard rocking
Fire
Bland
Tea
Nightmare
Daughters breath
Stealing
I’m going
Metal monkey
Monster
Clangs
I ask
Volunteer
Volcanos
Fugitive
Heartstrings believed
Dust off my beard
Magic
woman so much
Pains
Blue
Red
Yellow
Flame
“Thunk on the drums
Flap of wings to my friends
Justice for my blood kin”
“Your skins are those of men
Gulls as agile as a eagle
Son is not the same as father”
“Cowards drum as loud as heroes
Wind changes for all birds
Blood thinking in the mountains”
“Drumming ticks the idol hours
Changed winds colder than before
Mountains crumble at my feet”
“Clocks are still made by those who keep time
Chilled airs are fathers breath
Rocks can still be used again”
“Thyme is growing like a weed
Breathe in the seas airs
Roll my pebbles on the grave”
“Foreword forests all dried up
Air strikes against them too
Dust is all that is left”
“Sun dries all
Winds are universal
Until gathered again and reborn”
They come at the call of the cold winds from southern ancheint spirits
They flow air and mist and rains, the path I remember and it’s just the same
I can’t believe I remember the lyrics
My coat is soaked through, almost lame and blind from stormy hailing rains
I wimper, I sing here, I bring her here
I give what I can, it is my decay
Angry dark, I have talked to it. Like in the old days. Where their any old days? It’s hard to tell if you travel.
Anger out of light, I have mortified on them. Like the crew stepped out to the craywolf lair. Their claws, teeth and tails.
My crew, my friends. I’m shaking at the thought. The darkest moments of my life, flights of arrows. The fighter planting the shadows. The girl I love, turning her body into the shape of a dire wolf. My oldest friend casting a lightning bolt into the fray.
Their dead, all the same. Clacking in the court. The light of the room of people in suits, standing me over a barrel. The prosecutor gaining the jury’s bellows. The man I hate, turning my words into the shape of a demon in the sky.
Craywolf, skitter out of their nest. Hard shelled clawed beasts ten foot tall, six foot wide. Come at us in numbers higher than the sky. Overrun the shadow fighter, their claws blight him until he dies.
Dire, dire, wolf, the girl I love takes bites of Craywolf flesh, her teeth munching through their carapace like soft tissues, manacles too many though, and blood and fur run. I watch helplessly as my spells have bare minimum effect.
My old friend and I try to reach her before the end, he’s throwing lighting like the Tempest of Ger’tend. I try my different spells, the ones from my oldest toam. The first I cast turns their flesh into mush and tears most limb and bone.
I grab. I twist, I have her in my hands. I turn to the friend, and say that it’s time to light the dark. He say, no but it’s time to dark the light.
I gasp, I weep at such a hateful betrayer. In a single step, the girl no more than dust. His spells are just as powerful as mine and I have only my speed of thought. To quicken, I cast the one spell I have that will ace him in his step.
Darkness? No, a purpose for this spell is needed more than most. Given all my power it will surely have to work. I speak the words, the little things that are so powerful and with a little quirk. He can cannot assertain what I’m about to say.
“Quod est cogitare et terribilis apon anima tua!”
Suddenly the lighting, the flesh, the wind, every spell he has ever cast upon another being is cast upon him. The effect upon him is gruesome, and quick. He is dead long before the spell finishes. I am hopeful that such a thing never happens to me.
I weep. Their dead all the same. I’m going to be in that room. The room of judgement. Having been such a failure. But I take what I can from this. The dust.
I forge it, with the little magic I have left and the bold of the craywolf. In one little ring. I hold the remains of my daughter.
Thin sharply finished thing
I’m so enveloped by the feelings of azure hatred
The free afterglow of hazy pure powers that flow through me
She had a quick hand, a fast mind, almost took me to that old dark place in which she will now reside
Excavation of my minds memories
Bottle and a stick, fat hated tower
I’m darker than I thought
Red, red, while the ground darkens with the red I have but thoughts of myself
In my infamy
I neglected my corespondence
I’m not sure if that makes me a bad person
I’m replying to you, oh black one, for your letter doth take a certain amount of vile.
I’m not sure, of the trials you have been through. Know that as a wizard I do now only see things as I can get to them.
Though your quest, and questions are likely to be arduous. I’m sure if you, Vincent, are clear of your intentions. The best may come. Hear are the answers I found. I hope if you find them in good stead:
Fine comes arfter a whole
White rocks on the seaside
Every unicorn is a blue whale
Chicken feet hurt, as much the Hawks
Foxes dig, hide their tresures
A smile is worth only your hope
Justice eats her own heart
A katabisis does not need to go downwards
Hate is my favorite song
Warm bodies were recovered in the fourth forest
Letters sent by air, are not going anywhere
Changed and charged to the chanting of the hazy summers
Rising steamy visions of the mirage
Eagle flying and searching
Barely a cloud above the scorched red earth
A creekbed just below his ancheint sandles
Waiting in this sunlit virtually brings you to feel hell
Then suddenly a whisper from the tree
The dance of the new rains will begin
Limited absolutely. If I had a great dream, it wasn’t this.
The first symbol of Art, the hue that sits of the runes.
Ha, runes. They are ruining my concentration of late. Bundled in binds.
I wild the power of the ancient worlds, every decision I make, a spokesman of the currently aggrieved. The faint of heart. The scared of mosters.
Limited, though. Each decision a tree in a branch of the year. The future and the past mushed like a madness.
I don’t know what, I imagined life as a wizard would be like. Oceans seek me, mountains speak to me, trees ruffle the way the koi tickle their roots. I’m watching these clouds and am beginning to think they want to talk to me too.
A dog barking from the smell of the luxurious vomit
Wind blowing southerly, its the cool change you have waited all summer for
Clamping your feelings in your mind to keep the monsters within from eating your hopes and dreams
A red model plane sits waiting to find people to play with it
Buzzards flying in circles like patient monks
Gravel on the ground wishing on the boulders they came from
Twitching the smells and sights of a hopeful maze
The brave fear the grave, they fight all the day to keep away from it
Vintage buggy code, sleeps in your browser
Spotty fish, plummeting from the storm clouds above
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
