![]() A cloud to ease my comfort-as my pillow and my bed. A collection of some peanut shells I want to get ahead. A reflection of redemption-there's a "henchman" in my head. And i'm trying to do my part before departing from the edge. I'm a Bodhicitta heart-like a monk upon the ledge. I'm a mili sec-a part of deck that's shuffled with the cards. I'm a silhouette that you'll forget-a shadow in dark. I'd rather walk away from everything that you bring. I could rope-a-dope and make you choke on how you swing. ![]() I'm a joke-and certificate in an envelope. Nope-I cope with the things that i had wrote. Each hand stroke-are expressions on these lessons to THEY-THEM-that's woke. My words are stronger than a piece of oak. I'm a jester on the internet to interlope. Avoiding all these eels that would cut my throat. ![]() I'm a lone wolf searching for a piece of bread. I will burrow like a hamster deep inside my bed. The light bulb switch will turn off instead. I'm an older make-until i blank-then dead. Looking down onto the field-watching them all kneel. In the wind i'll blow away-my wings are not that sealed. Fair weathering the friends I thought were so ideal. Concealing all intentions-putting up my shield. ![]() Not a cut-throat eel with a heart of steel. Wound that you feel cause the skin has peeled. You'll lose and feel "the blues"-most people are on auto cruise-To bruise the: There's some mud on your shoes-on your rendezvous. When do we break this "illusion gate"? As you wake in the morning-all you see is fake-outtakes. ![]() When you slide to the bottom, will you see them hide? Subside-confined-they'll drop a dime. You really don't know if they're by your side. On the edge of plateaus-when they push-you fall so low. It's the way that you grow-when you let them go. ![]()
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