Like a salamander's tail, impaled by innocence. The sting of the tongue calls for a tincture of toxin or flood thy veins with dragon's blood while they chew their cud a hoard of robots in top hats smoking like Absolem chained to his hookah. Frail and feeble knows no needle even when the vein wants a drink must be time to think of diamonds in the sky falling like lye frothing bubbles in my eye I want to cry but the tears are torn in too many minutes and time's of the essence but time's in a bottle kick in the throttle for a long sleep cometh.
**strange mood tonight**
Friday, August 5, 2016
Wednesday, August 3, 2016
Visible To Me
Blinders like a buggy horse,
they trod past him like a piece of trash on some sandy sidewalk,
somewhere but no where.
Ignoring faces, avoiding eyes like he's some cancer or dancer and not the normal kind mind you.
Why? I ask, why do they not seek the sageness that seeps from his very aura. Words like a warrior.
Humble yet brave.
A wave of something sweeps my soul into a vibration, a collation or relation,
for tomorrow I pray that he'll stay in the realm of reality safe from their blindness and depravity.
To them he's a vapor but he's visible to me.
they trod past him like a piece of trash on some sandy sidewalk,
somewhere but no where.
Ignoring faces, avoiding eyes like he's some cancer or dancer and not the normal kind mind you.
Why? I ask, why do they not seek the sageness that seeps from his very aura. Words like a warrior.
Humble yet brave.
A wave of something sweeps my soul into a vibration, a collation or relation,
for tomorrow I pray that he'll stay in the realm of reality safe from their blindness and depravity.
To them he's a vapor but he's visible to me.
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