when can I go home
and square those obtuse kids
circling my front yard?
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when can I go home
and square those obtuse kids
circling my front yard?
Circling my front yard
A fence of my own design
Flowers bloom therein
Flowers bloom therein;
heretofore you shall let their
growth exceed one inch.
growth exceed one inch
will make gorilla a man
that's how the brain is.
that's how the brain is
whimsical reality
depends on you too
depends on you too
love is a bilateral deal
let's strike together
let's strike together
whats in here could be the gold
never stop looking
never stop looking
whether it is gold or not
aspire for diamonds
aspire for diamonds,
i found them in crystallized
dewdrops, one winter...
dewdrops, one winter..
rains and floods all through monsoons,
water babies cry
water babies cry
the trees blossom up till there's
no leaf but flowers...
no leaf but flower's
incandescent colors blind
the dark from we three
the dark from we three
interred in our bodies, cut
through the silhouettes...
through the silhouettes
you will rediscover a
whiter point, youself
whiter point, yourself
is a grayed existence of
who you used to be...
who you used to be
who you are amazingly
now is a mystery
now is a mystery
the morrows are the eyes
through which dreams see us
through which dreams see us
those eyes are dimmed by distance
come near and behold
come near and behold,
hold these eyes to yours,
be held, within me.
be held, within me
let your self make its abode
let's be together
let's be together
in the crease of rain-bleared leaves
in welcoming scents
:wave: mazHur
in welcoming scents
of your blooming love garden
I will come, I will !
i will come, i will
dress myself in crimson clouds,
be one with the dusk...
be one with the dusk
your pretty visage be the moon
of my lonely nights
of my lonely nights
i could make out a chassis
of silence and smiles...
of silence and smiles
the princesses talk often
but seldom practice
but seldom practice
opening the windows to
a clearer morning...
a clearer morning
is a harbinger of love
sucked by night's darkness
sucked by night's darkness
the wind has moved upwards to
the first strokes of blue
the first strokes of blue
bring sheer sadness in their fold
for lovers of night
for lovers of night
the bugles play, for strangers
there's only silence...
there's only silence
I cannot hear your sweet words
let them sound with love
let them sound with love.
the songs and prayers dont live,
my careless lisps do.
my careless lisps do
little to seduce the rasps
escaping your lips
escaping your lips
the songs i never sang, nor
have you to this day...
my careless lisps do
not thwart the love's language
keep on loving dear
have you to this dayQuote:
Originally Posted by symphony
sung me any song of love?
then why were you born?
have you to this day
that jazzy polyester scarf,
a past burthday gift?
then why were you born
if not to faze the merits
of the sumptious
of the sumptuous
gold laces, the one that blinks
to me was aunt belle's