the free bird and the man in the forest she cries
If there is some kind of beautiful sculpture that glowed in the forest gloom, would you touch it? Would you breathe the incense of creation on the far moonlight hill of far seeing thoughts?
Changes are brought by the falling of heavens veil. Crushed by the weight of sweet sweat. I cannot hear their thoughts rushing through my mind. Dearest god of love what have you become? Your helm has yet another face, Betrayal I see. I seek yet another time where I can rest my heavy head. Like the sweet sense of flowers or the heady feeling of sex I cannot dream yet another dream where I am forlorn without you. These three days these hundred days of roaming and confusing roads. These thousand years lost without a single track or loss of evil. We will carry these sins in our blackened hearts and souls. The drying kind of lake where there are no swimming things no living things this lake is now what once never was? Never ending and never where I should be these times of faded memory are collapsing around me. The rush of blood through this system, endless and escalating into the extensions of space where tears flow like stars and blood rains like shots across the sky. Blind to the sight of a soul that cripples the haunted hills of prosperity. These everlasting green hills turn to frost and twigs while we grow and reach towards the sky our hands reaching and pulling and we flounder in our lost and hopelessness these cold nights we spend alone, in a cell built for our protection. These creatures beyond the gates of my own hell are terrorizing these one I cannot face nor bear to see. I live in this town that is empty and fulfilling of any desire, by the pond the blind man dies and wastes away for a drink of his own beauty yet a flower grows in his stead, the selfish bastard that he is. He lives in his palace of walls he believes is so safe yet in fact it is crumbling glass that is clouded and chipping away. It cuts his hand and he sees as it swells that there is no cure to madness. There is no happy thought to bring us to our knees. Yet we find these days of peace and happiness amongst the muck of ridiculous tyranny. The cycle of death and misery and suffering and life that is preceded by a million turns and cycles of the wheel. Break the curse. Break the habit. That habit that kills thy maker who so solemnly swear he is no match for your heart. Your lion heart that roars against the sky and devours the world. It devours the world as you spin out into the sky laughing with pure joy as the world turns and you feel the life breathing through your veins. Trying to fold this paper note into something that can fly away on a whisper will of charity. Never to be found it will rise into the sky, into the clouds with a happy note beside it. Try and seek the thought the heart that drives you to your knees. You say you bow to your knees. I say get back up and stare at me like a man. You flinch and I walk away. See how change these fears into golden apples that hang from that tree a thousand years ago into the future we hold these precious things without recollection/ you dine on the wine and the blood of animals as we drown ourselves in empty pleasures. Fulfilled until we cannot speak, we cannot move we are frozen in time and stone until we remain no more and we are brought back into the day. The light which shines in our eyes and burns away the pain. Feel this heat this pumping cry that fuels the sun. We are the day. We are the night I cannot feel my lungs as I scream among the rest against and up towards the peak of the castle wall. All that and you cannot speak for yourself you cannot dream to take away what is mine- which is mine that is yours I will not fight you on this subtle ground this changing creasing world. Crush the hopes of those that will not sink beneath the mud that brings them down into the arms of their loved ones and into the house that they have escaped- and failed to as they sleep.
Try and find another way to escape thought these lines these written lines that will not help me no matter how hard I cry no matter how long I scream or how far I run I will never get rid of you, you chase me into the shadows of my own mind yet I do not know you. You cannot scare me I cannot be afraid of something that is I. I stand to you and you crumble down onto your knees where you pray as I held my tongue and lifted my open eyes to the pouring sky. Tears of rain like glass. They shatter as they hit the ground and the beautiful chime of their music puts me to sleep. I lay down to sleep.
Changes are brought by the falling of heavens veil. Crushed by the weight of sweet sweat. I cannot hear their thoughts rushing through my mind. Dearest god of love what have you become? Your helm has yet another face, Betrayal I see. I seek yet another time where I can rest my heavy head. Like the sweet sense of flowers or the heady feeling of sex I cannot dream yet another dream where I am forlorn without you. These three days these hundred days of roaming and confusing roads. These thousand years lost without a single track or loss of evil. We will carry these sins in our blackened hearts and souls. The drying kind of lake where there are no swimming things no living things this lake is now what once never was? Never ending and never where I should be these times of faded memory are collapsing around me. The rush of blood through this system, endless and escalating into the extensions of space where tears flow like stars and blood rains like shots across the sky. Blind to the sight of a soul that cripples the haunted hills of prosperity. These everlasting green hills turn to frost and twigs while we grow and reach towards the sky our hands reaching and pulling and we flounder in our lost and hopelessness these cold nights we spend alone, in a cell built for our protection. These creatures beyond the gates of my own hell are terrorizing these one I cannot face nor bear to see. I live in this town that is empty and fulfilling of any desire, by the pond the blind man dies and wastes away for a drink of his own beauty yet a flower grows in his stead, the selfish bastard that he is. He lives in his palace of walls he believes is so safe yet in fact it is crumbling glass that is clouded and chipping away. It cuts his hand and he sees as it swells that there is no cure to madness. There is no happy thought to bring us to our knees. Yet we find these days of peace and happiness amongst the muck of ridiculous tyranny. The cycle of death and misery and suffering and life that is preceded by a million turns and cycles of the wheel. Break the curse. Break the habit. That habit that kills thy maker who so solemnly swear he is no match for your heart. Your lion heart that roars against the sky and devours the world. It devours the world as you spin out into the sky laughing with pure joy as the world turns and you feel the life breathing through your veins. Trying to fold this paper note into something that can fly away on a whisper will of charity. Never to be found it will rise into the sky, into the clouds with a happy note beside it. Try and seek the thought the heart that drives you to your knees. You say you bow to your knees. I say get back up and stare at me like a man. You flinch and I walk away. See how change these fears into golden apples that hang from that tree a thousand years ago into the future we hold these precious things without recollection/ you dine on the wine and the blood of animals as we drown ourselves in empty pleasures. Fulfilled until we cannot speak, we cannot move we are frozen in time and stone until we remain no more and we are brought back into the day. The light which shines in our eyes and burns away the pain. Feel this heat this pumping cry that fuels the sun. We are the day. We are the night I cannot feel my lungs as I scream among the rest against and up towards the peak of the castle wall. All that and you cannot speak for yourself you cannot dream to take away what is mine- which is mine that is yours I will not fight you on this subtle ground this changing creasing world. Crush the hopes of those that will not sink beneath the mud that brings them down into the arms of their loved ones and into the house that they have escaped- and failed to as they sleep.
Try and find another way to escape thought these lines these written lines that will not help me no matter how hard I cry no matter how long I scream or how far I run I will never get rid of you, you chase me into the shadows of my own mind yet I do not know you. You cannot scare me I cannot be afraid of something that is I. I stand to you and you crumble down onto your knees where you pray as I held my tongue and lifted my open eyes to the pouring sky. Tears of rain like glass. They shatter as they hit the ground and the beautiful chime of their music puts me to sleep. I lay down to sleep.
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right before bed. i have no idea what i wrote.