there are many colors in the air at midnight..........i prefer the visions that we can't see
nothing nothing nothing
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
poetry with dark and a boy to be robbed in italy
wandering in dark alleyways
i need to get in the zone
a sound, pop!
reactions
something in a lonely world of mist
no, no, no, go back!
time stops for no common man
a creature on the road less traveled
a grim sign in the eastern sky
ominous warnings overhead
music is the sound of the stream
hidden valleys discovered
dive - deeper, deeper, down
enter the shadow
leave the world of lights
darkness falls across
the stars cry in the morning sky
the streets rise up to meet my feet
i plummet into a cool nothingness
weary feet longing for an escape
no boat left on the shore
more bridges burned
horizons fading to black
i need to get in the zone
a sound, pop!
reactions
something in a lonely world of mist
no, no, no, go back!
time stops for no common man
a creature on the road less traveled
a grim sign in the eastern sky
ominous warnings overhead
music is the sound of the stream
hidden valleys discovered
dive - deeper, deeper, down
enter the shadow
leave the world of lights
darkness falls across
the stars cry in the morning sky
the streets rise up to meet my feet
i plummet into a cool nothingness
weary feet longing for an escape
no boat left on the shore
more bridges burned
horizons fading to black
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