calling me.....following me....
dreaming in the void
twilight engulfs the most passionate mind
the power surrounding permeates time
as single thoughts becomes analogonous feeling
the small view of the floor hits the ceiling
the restrictions fall away as the typing considers
that it doesn't know what's next or who how or hither
what wisdom does flow or doesn't is the same
the thoughts of petroglyphic ideas or images fall away
because the idea of an idea is not much to say
the feeling of life is one and the same
the raw unfiltered energy is clearly absorbed
reaching forward all the time engaging into life
the focus of ones attitude shapes the path of strife
meowing along the twittlebees and wondering about the rain
into the mountain passing trees
the womb with severed name
reaching further into the lost world
that centuries are swallowing whole
the individuals that remember somehow
are preserving what we know
this knowledge passed by unknown hands has gotten to a point
where ideas and means and populace are hearing it all anyways
the organics and romantics, the shamanistic feelers
the religious idealogical internet concealers
the fortunate nobles learning fortune is not theirs
the crimson red showdown of fools and their heirs
the ramblings of a silly one who has nothing really to say
to let out the random ramblings becomes worthwhile today
in the sense of public forums there is some satisfaction there
of saying things in no order and regardless if anyone cares
the release of ideas and pressure that was just sitting moments ago
in realizing some of the things are really coming from nowhere at all
but just to express like talking needlessly since it's somethign i don't do
but as the time permits and the typing continues, my face would have gone blue
i love the ideas of man today and where we can go from here
the love the life the ethereal strife of where we sit with our mirror
people and places give way to faces as things materialize
the woke come out with bright wide eyes and pierce the veil untrue
it's nice to just let it all out.... =) next time ...less tired...more clarity.......either way it's therapeutic.........................................
dreaming in the void
twilight engulfs the most passionate mind
the power surrounding permeates time
as single thoughts becomes analogonous feeling
the small view of the floor hits the ceiling
the restrictions fall away as the typing considers
that it doesn't know what's next or who how or hither
what wisdom does flow or doesn't is the same
the thoughts of petroglyphic ideas or images fall away
because the idea of an idea is not much to say
the feeling of life is one and the same
the raw unfiltered energy is clearly absorbed
reaching forward all the time engaging into life
the focus of ones attitude shapes the path of strife
meowing along the twittlebees and wondering about the rain
into the mountain passing trees
the womb with severed name
reaching further into the lost world
that centuries are swallowing whole
the individuals that remember somehow
are preserving what we know
this knowledge passed by unknown hands has gotten to a point
where ideas and means and populace are hearing it all anyways
the organics and romantics, the shamanistic feelers
the religious idealogical internet concealers
the fortunate nobles learning fortune is not theirs
the crimson red showdown of fools and their heirs
the ramblings of a silly one who has nothing really to say
to let out the random ramblings becomes worthwhile today
in the sense of public forums there is some satisfaction there
of saying things in no order and regardless if anyone cares
the release of ideas and pressure that was just sitting moments ago
in realizing some of the things are really coming from nowhere at all
but just to express like talking needlessly since it's somethign i don't do
but as the time permits and the typing continues, my face would have gone blue
i love the ideas of man today and where we can go from here
the love the life the ethereal strife of where we sit with our mirror
people and places give way to faces as things materialize
the woke come out with bright wide eyes and pierce the veil untrue
it's nice to just let it all out.... =) next time ...less tired...more clarity.......either way it's therapeutic.........................................
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