MGK
08-26-2010, 05:19 AM
sitting stoned, upon the morrow;
these words; they taste of joyous sorrow,
these streams we follow wash all secrets hollow
so each tainted Apollo may take what him due;
such merciful few
can rend what is burning then light it anew.
sitting svelte along the stars
our future spans from here to mars
a highway along ten-thousand bars of cadence immoral,
confusion temporal
the time slips away,
what more can one say
about the parts where they fight
and the parts where they play.
fickle, fickle smolders the dread
in the turf of the mind, the core of the head;
no relief is wanted, no respite; instead
one charts maps of the places where fear one has led,
and even when rapacioust desire's been fed
still these mountains they tremble, these rivers run red.
so throw away whats yours to keep
to people who walk and seldom sleep;
throw it away, sink it down deep! there's no cause
for concern or retreat, such marvellous feat
this venturesome leap from window to street
for the sake of belief,
there is no reprieve
from the riddles and weaves, the pranksters and thieves,
they wilt like the leaves
of a book dropped in water, stop!
go no further, cabals
enticing with airwords of murder,
secrets abound on the science of fervor.
http://steel6.deviantart.com/#/d2wo9py
inspired by a weekend of debauchery. try reading it aloud!
these words; they taste of joyous sorrow,
these streams we follow wash all secrets hollow
so each tainted Apollo may take what him due;
such merciful few
can rend what is burning then light it anew.
sitting svelte along the stars
our future spans from here to mars
a highway along ten-thousand bars of cadence immoral,
confusion temporal
the time slips away,
what more can one say
about the parts where they fight
and the parts where they play.
fickle, fickle smolders the dread
in the turf of the mind, the core of the head;
no relief is wanted, no respite; instead
one charts maps of the places where fear one has led,
and even when rapacioust desire's been fed
still these mountains they tremble, these rivers run red.
so throw away whats yours to keep
to people who walk and seldom sleep;
throw it away, sink it down deep! there's no cause
for concern or retreat, such marvellous feat
this venturesome leap from window to street
for the sake of belief,
there is no reprieve
from the riddles and weaves, the pranksters and thieves,
they wilt like the leaves
of a book dropped in water, stop!
go no further, cabals
enticing with airwords of murder,
secrets abound on the science of fervor.
http://steel6.deviantart.com/#/d2wo9py
inspired by a weekend of debauchery. try reading it aloud!