What heals our snow-blind weary eyes when all stars
are slain by fiery skies and every word upon your spiraling cross is but a
misled sun, a bitter loss inject us out of here all I asked for was a
little love but from my hands flew the maiden dove while clouds like
cotton snowwhite sheep still calm beside their shepherd sleep inject us
out of here.
By a pool of amber
water a sticky smell of carrion kind integrates with nature
slowly green fields I offer you snowy mountains in present air the
sunflower tongue on a wave comes the saturn king to grant the man on the
beach surfing on his orbital rings a frightened mental vortex we'll
be a sun we seek, a sun we flee a scar upon mother earth a nebular
each the desolate one the desolate one the desolate one.
Soothe my
skin my sweetness of soul your dream I dreamed dear wateringhole a
bride divine in ruby eyed crown deep underneath your soft
waterdown
I breathe in the fumes of oils unfathomed with glory and
pride I confess myself doomed you won again godly diffirent kind my
air has ceased to the deepest peace of mind
what it once ment is
lost in the end with profounded words of just being friends a timeglass
you turned of hours getting late how fatal then is all of your
hate
I breathe in the fumes of oils unfathomed with glory and
pride I confess myself doomed you won again godly diffirent kind my
air has ceased to the deepest peace of mind.
It comes smoothly at
start stirs gently in the colour pot centrifuge restore amends for
every spiralchange a snowflake bride a heroine (---heroin, psilocybin,
mescaline, psilocin, fucking oxytocin bitch) a quark resolution of god an
angel in powder snow symmetrical asymmetry a newborn star of logic a newborn
star of magic take a shortwave frequency ride (any you like) what you
believe in, you'll find close your eyes to see this will take a
while... I wipe the steamy window lustre today I'll attend a new planet
earth after you sir...
Overhead my spirit flies in
plasticide and crimson skies whispering winds in moonlit wood a totem oak
once golden stood how I wish that you were here before all flowers
disappeared we'd lay together in the sun before the mindrape had
begun now stones are falling from my hands are shaking all my beloved
land and only in my tears it lasts.
This dole crowner gallows me as this mere welkin
hallowed be whereupon I trick and train and tire to limn my umbered love
in fire before this noble mare bewrays as I clearly see it decays in
debile coil of smoke suspires may our last orison quickens as we are
drumbling near this poize of free quell me maculate slowly dyer case my
remains with sharpened brier atone me to my throes curtail to dim and dire
fields I vail and my eale's but a slumbering lier then so lingered here
but none to buckle back what had begun in molten aeons caged
desire dared phantasma us much higher ceased to milch the clover
flower neither raindrops nor my lover shall restore what has been
done when we're all keeled in freezing sun.
The threne my love that
opens now in cattle blood of aery brow con that life's a dream not to
affy as embodied matter love will die you twinkle still in
argentine when I palmy dout the rapid din to force the mure, the pain I
hide as you're not longer by my side mazed I helmed this crater
deem stranger than a stranger seems wished to shroud the sortance
leer and yarely wink the eyes of fear splay the moon that foolish
be and let the sunshine ravin me beyond the love I do behold a ken I
saw, a fane of gold I'd peize in pounds our insane blend and phantom laid
a smile I send eke an ounce of purple fire and fairy eyes no longer
twire would fain to stalk lonely yield merely in drowning water clay as
anguish wears but shades of grey to retain the chains of elder squire I'd
prune the funeral skies denier once in awhile he still appeals to remind
you all it's still for real breathing smoke and fire but the face of evil
that haunted us was never ever present thus the cupid rainbow ties an
orb in which every demon shall absorb do you think I care? do you
really think I care?
Robin goodfellow Dianae, my
muse Morpheus in my heart your sand in my veins it's a deeper kind of
slumber what is universe anyway but a pouch of silver coins the intense
breathing of a dying animal a foreboding of afterlife master keys in
oaken chest the somewhere is mine and from there I'll continue all I
asked for was a little love meet me on the other side where as a rose I
will wake though blind I'll follow every step you take Dianae, my
muse Dianae, my solitude cease to exist, rise to exist no more it's a
deeper kind of slumber.