Aphradere: the Flight Weavers' Handsome Clawz
Lay your head down to rest on the desk of sooth stones and mild rock formations and I will caress your eyelids to veil your eyes towards sweet slumber, just pause
It will be just like the clouds above the universe, a utopia bestowing a utopia in creative and serenely sanity-skilled stations…in a trance in arduous anticipations
Rescue me, oh Lord of Accord, from the hurricane hatred that whirls and spirals insane and insidiously, sinisterly captures us with gigantic, yet gracious storms with enraged-clenched, beast-like claws
I see a vision of snow on the television screen since countless centuries ago it seems…wipe it away and zip it far away, the confusion, the rather mindless sensations
Delight will happily set us carefree in the wilderness of joyousness
I muse in magnificent, merry-marvelous solitude, for calmness is bliss
Mesmerized and such by the moon's mellow, meandering auras afar
Oh, take a quick gaze at the midnight sky and there’s a shooting star
Let’s surf the waters of Aphradere…
We thought wrong of it in here, in there…
Out there in the rowdy, weird world of fear
We got to press forward without a care!
The waters of Aphradere shall rinse away the blues
And will refresh our stressed-out, worn-out muse
Abysmal anxiety fades away into the darkness before us, way behind us
Pretending I am a lifeless body in the wild-mild ocean without any fuss
As far as I know, I am pushed far too far away into dismay's disarray lake
The waves of bravery pushed me into it, thinking it was fine, give or take
My voice of no-rejoice, without a choice, is naught in the nightfall abyss I swim in and lay upon for hours on end
How can I be a flight weaver with these abominable, hostile and remorseful scars that turned out to not be hideous like I thought it would be..it was handsome, beyond what I can comprehend and I don’t recommend doing so, sorry to offend
Our bedazzled, mesmerized, and extremely dazzled soul
Collided with His Spirit of incredible kindness as a whole
Wrapped up in woe's world countless times I reckon
Believe me for once, don’t look back and say it’s your fault for the committed crimes of the bittersweet past – just checkin, just don’t do that then…
My universe, oceanic eyes refuse to catch a quick glimpse of turmoil and tragedy not truly, sincerely reversed
My eyes will never be marinated majestically and magically in daunting dread that’s corrupted and cursed
Embrace what’s left of me and will be
Surf the waters of Aphradere with me
Soon, the waves of twisting time will wash away the bluest blue
Rinse away the blues – tarnishing woes, awkward pairs of two
Your guiltiness flows very hoarsely inside me,
Then into me absolutely further and, yeah, out of me afterwards
You bid me oh-well's and farewell's purposely
Once again and for all, don't depart after we exchange words
My eyes blur because I am unsure
Of what lies ahead between you and I
Hopeless dripping is heard to abolish and destroy,
Not nurture and nourish us like a boy does to his toy…
Oh boy, it apparently serves to annoy…
Not surprised like mateys that say a-hoy!
So, wash all the anguish and angst away…
In the shimmering shores of Aphradere…
The water below and above start to cheer
So, wash all the anguish and angst today…
As I hold you oh so dear as it does appear…
I will shed no more tears as long as you are here
So, wash all the anguish with Aphradere rain, oceanic clear, clearer than the clearest atmosphere, reducing to dust without a speck of utmost fear
I will hunt my desires down like the predator's game
The victim is my wings of flight, my wild side, not tame
I’m just waiting for the sun to nourish me and to replenish me
To strengthen me and to guide me thoroughly and immediately
Actually, I’m getting the hang of being your lullaby in the nightfall setting…
The waters of Aphradere will cradle you close and cleanse you from getting
Sick with shame that once embraced me, never once leaving my presence
Lay all your burdens down upon my shoulders of benevolent boulders of deliverance that is of reverence and significance, according to God Most High and His vibrantly gleeful essence
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2018
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