a joyful racket
breaks quiet air, shaking twigs
to tumble cover.
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a joyful racket
breaks quiet air, shaking twigs
to tumble cover.
not so seasonably mediocre to me. nice one there.
to tumble cover
summer-lights broken. Sign reads:
Winter wanted, dead.
Thanks jon. not so bad yourself.
winter wanted, dead
twisted joints uprooted in
cold post-life luster.
cold post-life luster
evening chill tossed glumly
into the fire
into the fire
empty our consuming thoughts
leaving lighted halls.
leaving lighted halls
night drags farmers towards home through
a bridge weathered green
that's about it for tonight. have a good one jon
a bridge weathered green
flashes bulbs on feathered hills,
woodwork left obscene.
have a good night, captain. i'm done too, the red wine sending me down! take care.:)
woodwork left obscene
as Shakespeare's words, "kill lawyers!"
best to work with wood
one for the road...
best to work with wood
those years of tears and spilt beer
gather on the floor.
gather on the floor
of green woodlands with woodwinds
played in mottled green
played in mottled green,
the minstrel relayed stories
handed down through time...
handed down through time
the curvature of the eyes
sadness undisguised
sadness undisguised
the night's darkness lapping this
black scavenger's flight
Black scavenger's flight
Vultures are not graceful but,
Possess great power
possess great power
in the tip of his finger
he brings light to life
he brings light to life
by sleight of hand worlds are born.
Life is mystery.
he brings light to life
and he extinguishes it
what should I call him?
Life is mystery
life is a fools paradise
we all live in it
we all live in it
and still the world doesnt bind
the birds as they fly
the birds as they fly
are kept separate so that
they do not collide
They do not collide
inside their large glass houses
think of the chaos
think of the chaos
electrons have to pass through
to form an atom
to form an atom,
a hush fills infinite space,
split atoms explode
split atoms explode.
a split second to hold, split pants
embarass the old.
Embarass the old,
thereby entertain the kids.
Thats how it goes, dude.
Thats how it goes, dude.
Two Kinds: The quick and the dead.
I was quick, you dead...
(Think gunfighters here...)
I was quick, you dead.
Guns dont count any more, it's
speed that rules the waves.
speed that rules the waves
and raises hell out of it
Tsunamis are born
tsunamis are born
with just a drop of water
releasing power
releasing power
tape recording dawn's chorus:
trill, chord, tremelo
trill, chord, tremelo
have a limit of their own
in sound of silence
trill, chord, tremelo
her head tipped to one side
I, facing the sun.
double post...lemme go back to mazhur's...
in sound of silence
she astounds me with kissy
hypotheticals
hypotheticals
gestures in matters of heart
kill the soul of love
kill the soul of love,
flay the ecstatic skin and
welcome emptiness.
welcome emptiness
of shallow people around
repent for ever
Repent for ever
never able to go back
to adjust the past
to adjust the past
make amends to your present
future will be bright
Future will be bright
if we have faith in ourselves
to make the changes
to make the changes
you will have to destroy past
and all that is sick