| slug: |
| descending on the center, from the outskirts of obscurity |
| with a raised fist, symbolization of the urgency, |
| strength blowing kisses and winks toward adversity, |
| subtle yet as vital as the ink on your currency… |
| sole: |
| i’m currently spiraling sinking inking melatonin |
| toning governing soft naturally firm in «lost, |
| fell off the edge of the whirlpool» thoughts |
| intangible, in this civiliazation, |
| lacing loud scream slew attachment to parchment |
| in my apartment, we all wear yellow rubber jackets |
| slug: |
| give me some more i’d like to taste, |
| swallow it whole and wipe your face, |
| alias: |
| tickling at your sense of thought, |
| this square is brought for knowledge |
| dose one: |
| apply, it ripples twisting, twisting your gnomes trickle |
| sole: |
| or lack of the above, this crowd submerge yourself in puddles |
| alias: |
| light reflecting off soft waves |
| make it a blurred aspect subject |
| to ponder the vertical dynamics of further respect |
| one cannot truly feel the mass between the top and bottom points, |
| h20 is a symbolism we have chosen to use as an annointment, thoughts are sent, |
| thinking it skimming it skip in, |
| dip in my entire action creator and popular inflator |
| flotation devices are your vices dislocate your elevator, |
| later you will yearn and pray if the liquid form break from the norm |
| open wide face up to attempt to, and take particles from the storm |
| dose one: |
| you’ve thirst for substance of decisive ground |
| twice as round as your skin’s tough, wait, no, further, |
| we touch bottom and break surface depth as our eldest daughter, |
| with your eyes and no ones fear. |
| slug: |
| took a dip last week through the liquid that gathered |
| near the tip of that peak that exists in my matter |
| i taught myself to survive without my feet on the ground |
| i never felt so alive as when i drowned… |
| dose one: |
| a pebble moistened, vines dripped, drip, blessed drip, were saved, a puddle… |
| dose one: |
| bestill the shores bend and splash, |
| heavy rye on life preserve… |
| sole: |
| but still pouring friend, i’m asking asphault may i melt here |
| beat down by the aquarium that we all deserve to break from |
| slug: |
| reflecting what’s observed, deep, straight, and every curve |
| alias: |
| swerve and meant to contend with four with life form purposes served |
| sole: |
| i put my greatest foot into the ice cold pool |
| dose one: |
| and roll off the most intense of steps been ever… |
| all: |
| the rebels, leviathin, risen, prominence, |
| wet stone, monolith, drinking, continence, |
| dose one: |
| and the unaninmous, smells leaking definitely, |
| is sour of audience, captive, isn’t it, |
| the end and the all-muddied, that’s our humble home, |
| «you» is a soaked in yes… |
| all: |
| release, niagara, anxious, fragments, |
| pause, deep puddle dynamics |
| sole: |
| we, an arched antartical snow ball, falling through the deserts |
| dose one: |
| set sensitive, a fluid too present for dense |
| slug: |
| i see numerous seeds free-floating upon the chemistry |
| alias: |
| evaporation is non-existence in this conglammorate form by energy |
| slug: |
| the dawn contorts the destiny, pathway unpredictable, |
| ripples hold the visions, a chisel in it now positions… |
| alias: |
| visions waving and squiggling constantly moving hard to realize my eyes |
| ears in listening are tools for saving you from your intelligence demise |
| slug: |
| i took a dip last week through the liquid that gathered |
| near the tip of that peak that exists in my matter |
| i taught to myself to survive without my feet on the ground |
| i never felt so alive as when i drowned… |
| dose one: |
| a pebble moistened, vines dripped, drip, blessed drip, were saved, a puddle… |
| alias: |
| do you understand the presentation of, dynamics, |
| do you understand the innovation of dynamics… |
| sole: |
| i’m in love with a flying mermaid, she brings me glass of air and plates |
| sings me songs of how we used to love concrete, |
| all my dreams are coral reefs, and my love is a tree |
| and we view shattered moon like chattering |
| of all the things we (gonna) wanta (oughta) be. |
| dose one: |
| my sweet sound safe cab beauty is far up longing stare at the determined |
| mariner, |
| alias: |
| navigating through those debating our interest value, |
| envisioning a reach to arrive on an island where anxious waiters fill the beach. |
| slug: |
| surfacing for breath, inhale, and then return to the depths |
| submerged in the verses where the worth is kept |
| sole: |
| viceless, exotic, exciting 'til we evaporate, |
| draw my mass upon your peninsula, aquatic colors to illustrate… |
| dose one: |
| the sailing power set within a siren stone… |
| alias: |
| longing to reach the shore, engulf themselves in music free of pours of mideon. |
| slug: |
| my word is my springboard, |
| wearing my water wings for, the dive… |
| sole: |
| and i slit my throat for gills in the event i gotta survive… |
| dose one: |
| we are the raft, the bank, the drift, the kelp, |
| the 40,000 leagues of inspiration treasured never discovered. |
| alias: |
| untouched by timeless traveling, amoebas see the crest overbearing |
| no sea-faring individuals are present in my crowd staring… |
| slug: |
| standing, fathoming the distance, between the existing rationalizations |
| against the average pistons fascinations, |
| it’s handheld, however as hard as the waves break, |
| it would take eight hands to craft the puzzle of the puddle’s sake |
| slug: |
| took a dip last week through the liquid that gathered |
| near the tip of that peak that exists in my matter |
| i taught to myself to survive without my feet on the ground |
| i never felt so alive as when i drowned… |
| dose one: |
| a pebble moistened, vines dripped, drip, blessed drip, were saved, a puddle… |
| alias: |
| do you understand the presentation of, dynamics, |
| do you understand the innovation of dynamics… |
| sole: |
| were all having fun, laying in the moss, |
| layed down the tower, before we all trip, |
| one finger, two finger, three finger pregnant… |
| all: |
| row row row your reel, gently down the stream, |
| merrily merrily merrily merrily, life is but a sinking feeling… |