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What was it That first moved the paintbrush to paper That whisper that bleed through time That feeling that took over.
Smearing all the paint across canvas.
We made this life From all those happy accidents.
What was it That first moved the paintbrush to paper That whisper that bleed through time That feeling that took over.
Smearing all the paint across canvas.
We made this life From all those happy accidents.
The eruption was sudden Light cast skyward. That melted into mist, That flowed into the air around us.
We sat playing
While the Earth surged around us. Earthquakes in harmony to the sound. That blew from flutes That came from our drums That escaped from trembling metal wire
We took, the magic that was locked away. In each of us, Those lost notes that were hidden. Shimmered back free.
Some told us it was prophecy.
But for us it was just another day That for us, playing music together. Was like a snake shedding skin Another newer version hiding just within
Escape is a cliffhanger.
The unknown is it's own ecstasy. Feeling your first few steps past the front door. The way, of being carefree.
Live. Dance. Learn anything.
It's all that life's promise has given to me.
ash settling after a bonfire blaze, wind lazily passing over, catching dancing with the remains peace from chaos music into the silence glutton waves lap hungrily at tossed sand. brings finality to a gathering of friends.
that's how parties end
leaves falling oddly, passing through grated fence prisons twisting as the wind pushes them downward currents pushing them back up the spiraling dance of Autumn beckoning winters court
walking in wind is getting to attend the masked ball of season so you might as well dance
The shadow spoke to the congregation
“It's all illusion that world around us is meaningless”
“It's in meaning that we mix
“We control the destiny of things. “More than this temporary symphony
“I'm important
“I'm alive
“What's more is that this isn't about me
“It's about all of you
the shadow called out to all his fellows.
The onlookers smoky columns, flickering. Vaudevillian eyes pulsing in agreement Partially here, partially not
“We, are alive “Those 'people'” his voice dripping with venom “Are the 'them', the living...
“They don't even know HOW to live
to know, more about your lies...
life is living, in the deep end.
not shallow, meaningless ends.
my heart is faded.
my mind is a poor vessel it has always been
I would give it all
Do you remember the endless...
I do
laughter, so sweet it hangs like wind chimes through summer air warmth radiating from sidewalks carrying bicycles and children and memories
I remember those endless days of summer
These valleys That we tread both far and wide These lost moments between steps and breathe How we lose so much time How the trees become superficial When walking by Fading, one into the next
Memories are like that after seeing so much of the same they blend together and some fade until I don't remember them at all
How much have I forgot
the dog, the cat, the fox and bear walked in circles through the lair if one paused, the other nipped until one fell and was killed
the dog, the cat and bear though each was tired one was fed so when one more tripped and hit it's head the other one ate it up the dog and bear
smiling eyes blood red teeth
only ends when those two meet