and send him into heaven falling evermore banished till midnights age is crawling blue oculus phychiatric rite from which we brought the arcons back to life through careful consent and mingling pythons grip oh the sunlight calling old horace to rise again a new sun emblazened and ripped open the sky and those of us … Continue reading Old Horaces golden face
oh how bright you are..
the cold wind over the mountains from the sea thick fog burned up by the sun seemingly longer to midnight the first day of the begining of time i set my dreams in motion this time my sweet sweet darlin. dont eat the Apple...
there is a science to it..
despite what you were told everything is heating up everything is alive i gotta view of it from here its golden and your face mystic sand rhythms in your heart blends when we get close the rhythms harmony a field magnetic electric Lord sing a new song please..
Old Susanna doesn't cry for us. the pass where she made her journey first is a nice place to sleep for the evening. The wind feels wonderful coming down these hills.
paths were only dark if you were dark.
we went strong into it. a frey we hadnt seen before since before a time we could remember Go- kept us above the fray.. a new set of rules had to be adopted for an electronic mind, that would battle your own lines were only blurred if you let them blur paths were only dark … Continue reading paths were only dark if you were dark.
The war is over
and who could be a new moon and I her sun.. together we could bring about a new earth a new world.. together we control the tides and the weather.. offering up energy boundless the birds catching their flight The trees would stop finally asking why and simply reach.. The war is over the war … Continue reading The war is over
And aren’t the streets fortunate to have you..
and thats never what i really wanted for the city of Gold i really wanted the foundations to be solid i wanted there to be the most precious of stones and is there still? and arent the streets fortunate to have you? and when could we achieve equilibrium? when was the justice hall barren for … Continue reading And aren’t the streets fortunate to have you..
