Spaceboy13
05-19-2007, 01:42 AM
Part IV
Neon moss growing infectiously over my doubted pages of rantings
Untouched forests of rapturess quakings and second comings of the messiah
Scrupulous Chinese art and monestaries humming the steady hum of cicadas and locusts
Clinging to existence to await my reincarnation of what is me, sustaining the laws of karma
Crystal faced and sucking down the midnight rain as it washes away the unclean impulses
Raging blood flowing thru my figure and short lived adrenaline movements
Bullet trains staggering thru the mountainous tracks of the snow blanketed Tibet
Prayer wheels have stopped for the time being
Monks have dawned on their last thought for the hour
Evening hour journeys to far distant unknown realms of bliss and Nirvana
Sitting thru the hours of thoughtless slumbers and spells of mind blockage
I have forever seen the answer and evade the retreating to another
Death and life synchronizing the time of purgatorial endurance
Stemming out among the masses of editorial caresses and the jingle of steel caged minds
Forgotten streets in the illuminated cities, festering with Negroes and addicts
Grey run down grime of sewage and unused tar insulating the weak
Helplessly trotting the inferior, the unusual, the abnormal
If I could push my soul outwards and saturate your body with love and stillness
Embodied personnel sending and receiving complex puzzle recognitions
Swaying towards the pastures, I have thoughts of your lonely spirit
Melancholy days, the sun shines thru the window, my death is upon the world
Hanging tortures in the closet and folding away the miniscule praises of yesterdays past
Loathing my self conscious ranting and separatory angle on life and the living
I have journeyed deep within my mind, and opened doors that should not have been even ajared
Never to venture to those realms of sorrowful blues and warped sentiments of the earth
Asking never shall those animosities rupture from my mouth and re open those doors
Have you ever seen the melancholy days strolling into the living room?
Neon moss growing infectiously over my doubted pages of rantings
Untouched forests of rapturess quakings and second comings of the messiah
Scrupulous Chinese art and monestaries humming the steady hum of cicadas and locusts
Clinging to existence to await my reincarnation of what is me, sustaining the laws of karma
Crystal faced and sucking down the midnight rain as it washes away the unclean impulses
Raging blood flowing thru my figure and short lived adrenaline movements
Bullet trains staggering thru the mountainous tracks of the snow blanketed Tibet
Prayer wheels have stopped for the time being
Monks have dawned on their last thought for the hour
Evening hour journeys to far distant unknown realms of bliss and Nirvana
Sitting thru the hours of thoughtless slumbers and spells of mind blockage
I have forever seen the answer and evade the retreating to another
Death and life synchronizing the time of purgatorial endurance
Stemming out among the masses of editorial caresses and the jingle of steel caged minds
Forgotten streets in the illuminated cities, festering with Negroes and addicts
Grey run down grime of sewage and unused tar insulating the weak
Helplessly trotting the inferior, the unusual, the abnormal
If I could push my soul outwards and saturate your body with love and stillness
Embodied personnel sending and receiving complex puzzle recognitions
Swaying towards the pastures, I have thoughts of your lonely spirit
Melancholy days, the sun shines thru the window, my death is upon the world
Hanging tortures in the closet and folding away the miniscule praises of yesterdays past
Loathing my self conscious ranting and separatory angle on life and the living
I have journeyed deep within my mind, and opened doors that should not have been even ajared
Never to venture to those realms of sorrowful blues and warped sentiments of the earth
Asking never shall those animosities rupture from my mouth and re open those doors
Have you ever seen the melancholy days strolling into the living room?