I dug deep into a gully,
I found the man holding the unknown in a tower bellow the soul,
as the children of decay played dancing with the baptisted, screaming at the clean spots...
I found many women naked in the cold sun,
underneath the sound of a broken wind,
calling it the end,
they were buried in the the feathers of the eagles coming from the leaving son of man,
as we listened, no one cared about the spreading flames engulfing soul...
I listen to the spring,
it was crisp with birth,
and carried no undertow...
then I found the temple,
that stood beyond the sound,
where the crows beak reeked such an echo,
it was derived from a taste of waste of a long echo ringing in a man,
that washed ashore on a beach we let wash ashore,
and let be ignored......
Yet we augment further,
into a blasphemy where the chords discord the scorn,
that wonder on each and every man that looks up beyond the sand,
up to the sky trying to understand,
trying to stay awake seeing the shapes past our ancestors grace...
Then I at last grasped the pilgrim,
plowing a dry land,
he was floating down all his sound into the sow,
as he met the space between the fields, he was letting go of his dreams,
saying goo bye to the past,
as he wandered into her dreams he held in her frail hands,
she looked up,
giving him his hand,
she screamed aloud "take my dreams",
plow them into a place,
that makes a shape...
Such a misplaced shape,
as the crops starved themselves for heroes shuffling upon broken streets,
as they gave away their graces to the whores from down below...
Then he shook and grasped the staves,
to contrive the the wild flowers from a wallow of sour souls dying in the broken vows,
of broken men,
who seeked the wallows wallowing in the shallow tides,
as I sought out the source of the cheap smoke,
Finding no love,
I found the wounds,
where the children of strife constrict the rip tides,
only to delay the last page that man has left to write upon,,,,
I found the freak underneath the circus tent,
he was fawned with the paste on his face,
as he struck the nail into the sound of truth once more...
Then I heard the birds say,
as I awoke.
This is the new day,
they sang,
louder and louder,
until, I found myself higher, into the blue,
as I watched them take apart the times many who have forgotten the sound of the clock,
I was washed in the blue......
I fell to the ground with no fear,
I felt the wind tickle my eyes,
and numb my ears,
as I saw the ground spell out my name,
as I fell down to the cavity of a place,
where man, left me standing alone in the rain....
Then she came, kissing my face,
and wiping the blood from man's face...
The scribe is running from the next chapter,
as the carrier holds the notes close to his heart...
edit on 23-2-2012 by CorteZZ because: (no reason given)
