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Printabletoffee said: AlienX2050 said: I wanna be home,
Instead of here, finding myself swearing It's overbearing, Staring Into a world a billion miles away Understanding reasons to stay Seven moons in space Caressing the corners of your face New dimensions, other worlds Where Spirits flare A universe equals four nebulas square Times 10, My Infinite Imaginary Friend It's a creative flow...it goes On and On. Spacing out from dusk to dawn Sitting here wondering where's the core Wondering what these dreams are for A universe equals four nebulas square Where Spirits Flare... Seems this morning, I need a breath of fresh Air... ... [Edited 6/9/05 8:23am] [Edited 6/9/05 9:29am] [Edited 6/9/05 10:24am] Puzzle pieces in disarray undefined shapes methodically astray Symbolic parallel of life's intricacies so many pieces fact or fallacy? They fit together with the proper mate yet finding the two is an act of fate. For the interlocking is but temporary without the glue that bonds a permanent santuary. I got his message here on Friday Because Thursday night I couldn’t sleep Finally, I went into a deep dream That’s when I got my only chance I said hey you with the orange car Do they call you Mr. Sandman? Sitting here juggling the words, finding who and what we are Leasing out a permanent place where I can rest my scars As the days go by on the train through the tunnels White out, black light often in seclusion I find Mystic dreams, often dreams, rusty colors in my mind. The last few nights pushed me over, five days it rained, I climbed obscure mountains, surfed the hills, surfed the waves Finding myself in midday having tea at Mrs. Sandman’s place There on the wall was a portrait of you in a golden frame. Lips of a June night Between living velvet Glistening in candlelight Between you and Heaven along the glow of the stars The more you know yourself, the closer you are to God. There, somewhere in the existence of Self and Soul Longing for a reason to persist in a culture ages old Nocturnal lust, pink blush, where can you go Many places alongside faith with your eyes closed. Silhouettes around the corridor before the glow is lit Someone keeps whispering, wondering who is it? My fear becomes metaphors and escalates I’m so in a dreamy state I’m bugging though… Until Mr. Sandman comes I won’t know. ... | |
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AlienX2050 said: toffee said: Puzzle pieces in disarray undefined shapes methodically astray Symbolic parallel of life's intricacies so many pieces fact or fallacy? They fit together with the proper mate yet finding the two is an act of fate. For the interlocking is but temporary without the glue that bonds a permanent santuary. I got his message here on Friday Because Thursday night I couldn’t sleep Finally, I went into a deep dream That’s when I got my only chance I said hey you with the orange car Do they call you Mr. Sandman? Sitting here juggling the words, finding who and what we are Leasing out a permanent place where I can rest my scars As the days go by on the train through the tunnels White out, black light often in seclusion I find Mystic dreams, often dreams, rusty colors in my mind. The last few nights pushed me over, five days it rained, I climbed obscure mountains, surfed the hills, surfed the waves Finding myself in midday having tea at Mrs. Sandman’s place There on the wall was a portrait of you in a golden frame. Lips of a June night Between living velvet Glistening in candlelight Between you and Heaven along the glow of the stars The more you know yourself, the closer you are to God. There, somewhere in the existence of Self and Soul Longing for a reason to persist in a culture ages old Nocturnal lust, pink blush, where can you go Many places alongside faith with your eyes closed. Silhouettes around the corridor before the glow is lit Someone keeps whispering, wondering who is it? My fear becomes metaphors and escalates I’m so in a dreamy state I’m bugging though… Until Mr. Sandman comes I won’t know. ... Hot and hazy blaze the days summer's fire heating pavement and illuminating the sky sweat beads on furrowed brows squinting to minimize the sun's direct gaze. Water trickles over body parts as worshipers bask in its glory in submissive states begging for bronze hues not inherited through birth rite. To lay on the hillside as she concedes for the day painting the horizon with peach and purple before the moon takes night shift and gives her slumber.  [Edited 6/14/05 5:45am] | |
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I am in the strangest, unaided place
That watches you from every shade of Love Only when you’re asleep, I rest…I’m able to dream God’s vision was always a part of you In adversely, selfishly countered all of me What will be, will always be. As long as I’m with you in this aided place I’m able to sleep but we can’t stay The world changes…it’s okay, it’s okay. And you keep seeking more ways to live Changing and taking more than I’m able to give You sort of know I’m struggling with my poise It’s not like I can cry in your arms when there’s noise Every part of my love is sometimes too much And you run to me for everything… Even if it’s nothing… Wait a minute before you fall asleep Pick a fairy tale, a book Take your time Pick the one that doesn’t overlook What it means to have undamaged dreams You have time to find out what it means To travel through this world with your mind free So don’t ask me… I won’t tell you the truth Let me enjoy the innocence in you. I’m no longer bitter about my mistakes I have nothing else to hide You don’t need to see what’s at stake I won't guarantee to move these mountains But I can promise I won't fade away I'm just me, just me and my wounded Soul And you run to me for everything… Even if it’s nothing… Wait a minute before you fall asleep Pick a fairy tale, a book Take your time Pick the one that doesn’t overlook What it means to have undamaged dreams You have time to find out what it means To travel through this world with your mind free So don’t ask me… I won’t tell you the truth Let me enjoy the innocence in you | |
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AlienX2050 said: I wanna be home,
Instead of here, finding myself swearing It's overbearing, Staring Into a world a billion miles away Understanding reasons to stay Seven moons in space Caressing the corners of your face New dimensions, other worlds Where Spirits flare A universe equals four nebulas square Times 10, My Infinite Imaginary Friend It's a creative flow...it goes On and On. Spacing out from dusk to dawn Sitting here wondering where's the core Wondering what these dreams are for A universe equals four nebulas square Where Spirits Flare... Seems this morning, I need a breath of fresh Air... ... [Edited 6/9/05 8:23am] [Edited 6/9/05 9:29am] [Edited 6/9/05 10:24am] In your eyes ... I see horizons of the future fuschia framed and mango kissed warm and intense. In your smile... I see sparkling brooks that echo whispered reassurances that guardian angels sleep on your shoulders. In the wind... I hear the voice of God acknowledging my daily prayer that he embrace you daily and remain in you heart, mind and soul. The dreams and desires embraced by one's heart are joys of the spirit conceived at life''s onset. Gina~ for Ja'von. | |
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elastic life...so easily bound
on the thread of emotion when did I become so dark? wanting to find the light... knowing it's out there where... | |
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