Wild unseen coated in dust.
Bones driven toward my skull.
Hearts on fire for truth
Love agape Love surging through their hearts
Life restored to the Dust
The wind remembers us all
Unseen now is seen
I belong to Lord Jesus as his Best friend from forever
Forever is now Eternity is now
Lemon and mint cod fish
Fry the world melt the elements Restore us in your new Kingdom Lord
Heaven and Earth becoming one
Uniting with Love agape
The Spirit and The Bride call out to The Master to soon return to us
Silver blood Golden bones Apple beer with Mint whiskey
Apple Mint whiskey, Pumpkin Mint whiskey
Align the heavens assign the earth its place
Remove us all to your new place of restoration
Agape Love flowing in us all over all the earth over all the heavens
Stumbling upon a surge of sensational hope
Faithful and determined as a shining shark,
About to attack its prey…I pray I learn to cope
With the fact that I’m helplessly swinging on a swing at a kid’s park
Constant loathing has no reasoning behind it
Love strong and beautiful blessings will stay fit
Instant gratification won’t help this out without a doubt
Don’t pout and about…I’m not leaving until I’m completely out of it and about
All lengths of strengths fulfill my soul as a whole
A surge of shamelessness never had a moment so dull
I’m breathing in black coals of envy and breathing out red roses of fun
I’m teething on some Mexican candy and I need some dentist work done
Deep in the bush i hear 'the snapping of sticks' a sound that flat toned sits with a
Feeling.. Just so sick.' When did Vice-pol
Really get so bad? No shes just not right.'
Wow the vibes real sad.' I think of their
Estate? unravelling fast now.' Tailing off
Like a dingo's howl.! They have returned to
Their vomit..As will most dogs, eager to eat..At this thought i hear the lyre-bird sob..Its the Sound now of Victoria ..A place now hard of face.' Bereft of exuberance, yet not, yet beat.. And 'with mind on that
shelf' built in twenty twenty and maintained, by this force.? For dan's selfish self'
I wish to exit this museem..Or cell filled with
Much re-morse.' And i'm overwhelmed in
Anger, as the dirge deafening loud; does course..Near as
Much as the bush silence can hold your attention.. All round and God i can't escape this sick feeling in either solitude or crowd'
It is as deep
as an ocean is wide
As powerful
as the evening tide
The words surge forth
and ebb again
The poets heart
flows through a pen
~
the heavens blush
as once more
a surging tide
makes love
to an anxious shore
~
G-o end the surging storm,
E-arly twenty-first of March;
R-ugged wind evaporates,
T-he flood has been parched.
R-aindrops have disappeared,
U-nder the beacon so warm;
D-awn allies with the sun,
E-nding the surging
S-torm.
R-ise up from the bed,
E-scape from raging harm;
Y-our birthday has come,
E-nding the surging
S-torm.
When songs rise
on the crests of the waves
we will rally our forces
prepare for joy
Music drifts in with the
tide
and brings delight in its wake
Can you imagine a world
without song?
What a barren desert
that would be!
So we'll surf the
waves of sound
Celebrate our days
by lifting our voices
joining in the celestial chorus
sing music of the spheres
The sound will resound
through the depths of space to the
outer planets
The tide is rolling in
So too, our time is coming
Heartbreak hits inside
Thinking of all those moons
You and I shared with each other then
We were flowing on the
Crest, of a tidal wave a
Momentum, surging through our lives
Never saw the raging sea
Swelling up to swallow me
Seeing nothing here it comes again
What is wrong I ask of thee
As my inners tumble inside out
The chaos and we’re enemies
You asked me questions to begin, passing flatteries
That mesmerized and settled in my skin
We traversed every taboo
Flaunting everything that I thought I knew
For thrills and fantasies
Out of nowhere raging seas
Overwhelming you and me
Destroying everything we built again
I regret those things you see
Turning back the clock impossible
And chaos I’m the enemy
Heartbreak and my pride
All that’s left inside me
Wasted, moon-dust, and the flowing tide
I pick myself up with
elevation and tempered elation.
Turn it all around
to lift spirit from the ground.
Wipe the grime soiling with
desperation within my station
to choose the path of sound
that springs up from the ground.
My engines purr with prospect
rich to burn my stitch
in time with rhyme sublime
to peg my steady climb
with hues resplendent dancing
dizzy in a fervent pitch
insistently silent like a mime
yearning to reveal my prime.
The horizon beckons playful in
curve while guiding my verve,
gently cupping the slope of my lip
should my trip tear a rip,
your ardor shall hold firm enough to
swerve until I find nerve
to crack through that ultrasonic whip
even as the hounds nip.
When songs rise
on the crests of the waves
we will rally our forces
prepare for joy
Music drifting in with the
tide
Brings delight in its wake
Can you imagine a world without song?
What a barren desert
that would be
so we'll surf the
waves of sound
Celebrate our days
by lifting our voices
joining in the chorus
singing music of the
spheres
The sound will resound
through the depths of space until
it reaches the outer planets
The tide is rolling in
So too, our time is coming
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