Into the crowd of scrambling books upon the imagination bubbling thoughts
Ticket of talks tail the sound of burglar fist the bottom most mistake to
The military base.
I try to stand suddenly snow of imagination cover my entity the stone rolls
Under my feet see my enemy smile to fish scent the wife wiped off the tears
In the morning wet sand swallow my hope to tuck.
I never give such thought to tomato garden, crystal night morning pain I
Preferred to swallow the night like broken bottles where Pharaoh pays his
Nemesis. The smell of rainbow stitches on my nose needle prick.
The velocity of my mind and eyes travels billions of miles in seconds
searching for the truth. Milky boy incompatible with my poems the sound of
Hate can't take me away from winning the award to alumni shape shocked the
entire anti-social.
The night wattle cock crown brown ideas like iodine morning with sulfuric
Scent gas in the air answer to the telephony booth master group of
Manipulators sucking fake fable tricking to marmalade taste that drew
People’s interest by the side of couch coin stunted ideas.
Categories:
telephony, heartbreak, horror, innocence,
Form: Concrete
Telephony about connecting pairs of
Twisted lines here on land and air.
Tell tales 'bout time and dare, we care.
Telephony expressed as male the
Telegraphic message sending trails
Of dots and dashes in the static air.
Tales 'bout time and dare, we hear.
Tell a take 'bout connecting stares
Twisted minds do hear and there be.link.
Said a pulse of light could see and think.
Tell a mark 'bout sunny sparks carrying
Song that sang of parks so long ago.
Said a pulse of light would let us know
...
So the Cell was created.
Telepathy of a distance stated that
Telling tales of things knot shown is
not a fake in the Path of Poem.
Categories:
telephony, adventure, historylight, light, time,
Form: I do not know?