Saturday, 13 April 2013
Friday, 12 April 2013
i a m a c t u a l l y r e a l
B e a t i n g. p u r e. r a w a n d a l w a y s b e a t i n g
o n l y s t o p t o s m e l l. l i s t e n a s t i m e g o e s. t h e b u b b l e g r o w s
f l o w s. l i k e. l i k e i t f l o w s
l e a t h e r e d f e e t. w o o l e n s o u l
h o w d o y o u k n o w ?
s e e k . d o . t h e n k n o w
a n d t h i n g s f l o w.
i n t o a b u b b l e. g r o w s l i k e r o s e m a r y g r o w s. a n d s m e l l it.
stop. i t s w a r m like a beating h e a r t and a w o o l e n soul. woolen p u r e.
animal r a w, roar
from the h e a r t
that is beating
and a l w a y s beating
o n l y s t o p t o s m e l l. l i s t e n a s t i m e g o e s. t h e b u b b l e g r o w s
f l o w s. l i k e. l i k e i t f l o w s
l e a t h e r e d f e e t. w o o l e n s o u l
h o w d o y o u k n o w ?
s e e k . d o . t h e n k n o w
a n d t h i n g s f l o w.
i n t o a b u b b l e. g r o w s l i k e r o s e m a r y g r o w s. a n d s m e l l it.
stop. i t s w a r m like a beating h e a r t and a w o o l e n soul. woolen p u r e.
animal r a w, roar
from the h e a r t
that is beating
and a l w a y s beating
Saturday, 30 March 2013
Ghoastal
Saturday, 16 March 2013
feelings 1
time and space . life rolls fast and we can stop and smell the roses and remember memories of the years before, i smiled when i saw mine in my mind. nothing can take that away from me. i am created by those moments and ying and yang i will appreciate and remember them forever. thank you to all whom i have met, short and tall moments long never mind ,as all have been such a precious part. i love and live everyday with the lust of dreams and no fear for me as i have been shaped to fight. to all those i have crossed and joined paths with , thankyou. on i go to find another nook to dig at and a new part of sky to fly in, patch of land to pounce on and fight for what lies within my dreams, i know ill fall again but ill always get up x
Thursday, 21 February 2013
no roof
Opening heart sockets with the windows to the soul, theres many things that will capture your sight but few that will swallow you whole,
heartedly and enlightened with the beauty of the simple things, too long gone has the road of mess toward the wind that sings.
Treasures are few so close to the drum beating heart, eagle soaring, no roof now such a part,
of me and try to run but dont and live and dance truly to this beat.
keep em' close to feel,
free to need and bleed
heartedly and enlightened with the beauty of the simple things, too long gone has the road of mess toward the wind that sings.
Treasures are few so close to the drum beating heart, eagle soaring, no roof now such a part,
of me and try to run but dont and live and dance truly to this beat.
keep em' close to feel,
free to need and bleed
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