Half.dreaming (the Less And Selfsquared)
My sunshine perished in dusk's eye, and with a rusted blink we nod off into that soft spot.
I juxtaposed that custom-fit lock box called nothingness to the luck of the key holder. Me? The key I turn in my sleep was feverously crafted by daydream believers, and here we see that free lance soothe sayer has his hand on the key-ring. I see that downward spiral in his clouded eyes, he's ready to dream! Bring him in from his outside.
So this is the cousin of death? Underfed yet alive slightly it seems. And I think the spliced silhouettes coincide nicely with peace. Oh Decorated checkmate of deaths parade, you seem so seemless…scissor clip my stitch in life, don't worry, I di'nt feel it.
Each thought is a mean-fall, and a skinned-knee to the tune of second self-sympathy. Maintenance rigged the seesaw...But I don't feel the Injury. Land of Ashes. We-all
Fall down, I just haven't found the playground. So I settled for the sparse pickings
of harsh issues, to share with broken arm monkey bar-victims. I couldn't even skip stars with them; they're harnessed in arguments and arm slings. But now?, the margins shrinking while my impartial grip on reality starts slipping. Drifted Drifted. No dream. Back to the cycle of uneventful episodes behind the now blinded sideshow of these decisive vice-grips, I call eyes.
streched out, arms distance.
i seek disbelief.
beneath the stars that inspire sleep
and decapitate unpolished dreams...
reach out to grasp
a path that leads me far from here.
clear, clarified concepts
and a healthy harvest
of glowing carcass.
the darkness creates a scene
that intervene's.. and becomes hallowness
when the halo tips and weightless wings rip...
when reality slips.
searching for inspiration.
i find myself perched on colorless stones.
that form a streamless creek.
written fantasy, tongue'n'cheek.
genius reminisant of an orgasmic peak.
self, know self...
i've dealt with thoughts that take me for feeble.
and mutilate my stable mental health.
once upon countless z's...
i managed to catch this disease.
that takes me for everything that i never imagined i'd be.
this was nice. too much sleeping.
stay poetic cause it heals wounds and enlightnes more effectively than the average skill braggage.
yes i create words when he feels like it.
nice collabo stay up
Geeze... this was a visual you dont get to see too ofetn on this site... lovely..
i think id like to be added to the next one... uno the addy
could literally quote the whole thing
but my fav line of the whole thing was
"My sunshine perished in dusk's eye, "
Alexander the Great
yo that was very, very nice.
mad props to both of you.
depth is always rewarded with the most sincere of praise.
get at me for a collab, i can definately kick that style
peace and keep it tight
Unbeknownst to be me!
word.. pleasant suprise..
i hope every one can feel my verse on more of an spoken word essay.
Less... always a pleasure comparing scriptuals...