Write to recover
Don’t underestimate the power of a few choice words from another.
Still the mind-frozen ice bar decline
Mountain conquest-The victory is in the scenic songfest
Emotions sprayed in clouds of mist.
A place so far from the abuse of the daily grit.
Fight to recover — remember hope strives in another day
Feed and nurture this seed-give it an opportunity-don’t let another life sit and decay.
Losing time — people fragmented in a hazy rhyme.
Distance double flips somersaults. Impressive only till the sun dims less radiantly clocking off to snooze-lay down with others in benign.
Can only write when thoughts form a Congo – order, progress-the dance in this words come from a heart who usually expresses in mime.
Inflicted amoeba-exhaling indignant carbon monoxide. I despise seeking out for the one’s cued up at at destination ‘one stop’,Integrity lost standing mid line.
Metamorphose into a grey lizard , eagal or indeed be reborn as the mighty phoenix.
Third degree burns — death — ashes to ashes worth the pain to be reborn into the matrix.
The urge to sin imparts thoughts to defecate-all held sacred in the church of integrity.
Not enough to know the meaning-practice is what gives this value its credibility.
Walk the straight line — fight the inner hate crime.
Searching for a divine sign-reason dictates energy must endeavour with one’s moral retuning — to refine.
Speak up for the light that waivers-clinging on to its last breath
Inspired by an element with the capacity to cause devastation or provide a clear path leading to expulsion ending in
One wish to formulate all the intelligence into an honest medium of communication
History teaches-not all understand the world on multiple levels of perception of another situation.
Courage to flush the contents highlighting the spiral of organic destruction.
One day at a time — one moment to lie. Craving for the mythical Elysium.
Compulsive tics create a house of pain-exhaling tension-contain the nuclear feteus-natures own opium.
Losing track of the words that stumble — imbibed drunks-hungover searching for a quench of delirium.
Evade – This is the time when courage fails to conquer life’s illusive temptations — the bell tolls-the seekers contort to fits of tingling.
Invisible to the faithful patrons in full stasis cycle. A burden
a cross —
communication interrupted by Manic pleas to bear Atlas boulder with herculean madness lingering.
Cross eyed staring at the lit up pyres,
smell of human flesh disintegrate into a ritual released for those travelling the unknown path of death.
Reason can’t imprint enough ink — memories inclined to dementia bouts of forget.
Last nights shallow breathing ,shadows taunt — loom over until the inner eye seeks regret.
Promises made in a plea of chaotic desperation
Only to be forgotten the day after the congestion lifts — arise the sleeping urge to compete with this peculiar fascination