Questions follow the ups and downs revealing pretentious smiles and frowns. Answers when will they come, hiding the path we quest to be on. Flickering light shall I follow or stand gazing into the sun’s laminating beams.
Revelations reveal what we feel and time encompasses the trail we seek. All complications sidetrack as our versioned heart grows heavy with mind attached. Sadness reeks like a smell so foul I fathom the day when reality and desire meet.
Yet to find that we bare a burden to a great extent. A lingering vibration we can’t quite invent. Cleverly we decipher ways to avoid yet in the long run justice will repent.
Today I thought I would just dissect life, dissect life. And let my conscious speak beneath all the madness and mayhem I take a look into daily. Riding on the metro with nothing but time to think, I am the one on the brink. Of what? Who knows all I speak in trances though combining in the flow. So would one judge and pass a statement like a judge or just dissect my leaf.
miggity91
On Sat, Aug 1, 2009 at 10:03 AM, miggity91 said:
Mattress of Life
Upon bedding we lay
Evolving through cycles
These mats hold
Life's entire spectrum
Cradle to grave
We hope to sustain
Strength increases and
Thoughts of deceasing erode
Transformation
Creation, fade and decayed
Were we once laid
But forever we pray
Comments
On Thu, Sep 3, 2009 at 1:48 PM, miggity91 said:
Questions follow the ups and downs revealing pretentious smiles and frowns. Answers when will they come, hiding the path we quest to be on. Flickering light shall I follow or stand gazing into the sun’s laminating beams.
Revelations reveal what we feel and time encompasses the trail we seek. All complications sidetrack as our versioned heart grows heavy with mind attached. Sadness reeks like a smell so foul I fathom the day when reality and desire meet.
Yet to find that we bare a burden to a great extent. A lingering vibration we can’t quite invent. Cleverly we decipher ways to avoid yet in the long run justice will repent.
Today I thought I would just dissect life, dissect life. And let my conscious speak beneath all the madness and mayhem I take a look into daily. Riding on the metro with nothing but time to think, I am the one on the brink. Of what? Who knows all I speak in trances though combining in the flow. So would one judge and pass a statement like a judge or just dissect my leaf.
On Sat, Aug 1, 2009 at 10:03 AM, miggity91 said:
Mattress of Life
Upon bedding we lay
Evolving through cycles
These mats hold
Life's entire spectrum
Cradle to grave
We hope to sustain
Strength increases and
Thoughts of deceasing erode
Transformation
Creation, fade and decayed
Were we once laid
But forever we pray
Michael Meisels