This city doesn’t come to you
You have to seek out the city
The bubble will burst if you go too fast
You will leave me again
I know this now
The return to self to
Begin again alone
This love will remain but the distance rushes in
Pull me beyond this scope
Refocus on new horizons
Carry me in your heart
It’s never enough
I can’t live on so little even if I should
These windings paths that turn us around
till we stop
Cross our hearts and hope to fly
Mancanza di…
Di che cosa?
The purpose is missing…
Or am I?
The Light of Self Expression
November 20, 2011
Mister Jones
Jumble Rumble I Tumble
Turn quickly slipping slower
Tolls of times, eliminating virtue
Tangents clouding destiny
Mis-Matched Made in Heaven
Fitting forms that were made to stand alone
Set apart – Stony –
Still – Set Forth
The journey unfolds forward,
frequently stopping for sight-seeing searches
For fresh sensations…
Clearly Caring Cuts Chords Causing Cacophany…
Diss-Harmony
Turn it around until you are bound to return
TIMING pause HERE
Hold on Mis ____________
Miss Understood
Dischord Dissonance Deep
Touch the Button to Reset
Seeking the floating soul to bounce off of,
In the place of Sound Symphonies
Play it again Jones
Play me for a fool
Play games like you
Play chords
The perfect pitch that prohibited hearing beyond notes
The ones that pulled tales from ships sunk centuries ago
Striking strings to secret fears and foul play
Not my game
I set in motion an abyss
Delving deeper than dark surfaces
And colored appearances
Touching tangible pain in three syllables
Speak now or forever hold your peace…
If I could erase words I would tell another tale
Precedence over punishments enforced in silence…
A presence profoundly felt flowing forth forever
Turn quickly slipping slower
Tolls of times, eliminating virtue
Tangents clouding destiny
Mis-Matched Made in Heaven
Fitting forms that were made to stand alone
Set apart – Stony –
Still – Set Forth
The journey unfolds forward,
frequently stopping for sight-seeing searches
For fresh sensations…
Clearly Caring Cuts Chords Causing Cacophany…
Diss-Harmony
Turn it around until you are bound to return
TIMING pause HERE
Hold on Mis ____________
Miss Understood
Dischord Dissonance Deep
Touch the Button to Reset
Seeking the floating soul to bounce off of,
In the place of Sound Symphonies
Play it again Jones
Play me for a fool
Play games like you
Play chords
The perfect pitch that prohibited hearing beyond notes
The ones that pulled tales from ships sunk centuries ago
Striking strings to secret fears and foul play
Not my game
I set in motion an abyss
Delving deeper than dark surfaces
And colored appearances
Touching tangible pain in three syllables
Speak now or forever hold your peace…
If I could erase words I would tell another tale
Precedence over punishments enforced in silence…
A presence profoundly felt flowing forth forever
Letterbound
Preziosa?
What is it that I am writing?
All pieces already played
Arrangements in fragments
Collections exponentially
Compounded integers
Carefully crafted revealing all and nothing
Simultaneously
Push for meaning sacrificing artifice
Symbols standing ceremonially
Composites of instants fleeting
Marking time and presence
Lasting impressions of existence
Handwriting as extension of creation
Lines essentially
What is it that I am writing?
All pieces already played
Arrangements in fragments
Collections exponentially
Compounded integers
Carefully crafted revealing all and nothing
Simultaneously
Push for meaning sacrificing artifice
Symbols standing ceremonially
Composites of instants fleeting
Marking time and presence
Lasting impressions of existence
Handwriting as extension of creation
Lines essentially
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