A severance, a torn head
notions too violent for me to speak
how I wish they were violets
playing violins
under rooftop tins
We laid slain
crimson puddled and stagnant
longing for a connection
always getting disconnect
don't risk another can
A severance, a torn head we lay slain
Notions too violent for me to speak crimson lay puddled and stagnant
oh how I wish they were violets longing for connection
playing violins always getting disconnect
Under rooftop tins don't risk another can
Don't risk another can, get dirty and play along. This is as well as we'll ever get. So get up and come along. You better bet this is Love that will be until skies drip in disdain to make haze blow up blue dresses in the wind. Winding down just to undress and fade...towards deliverance...or just a dance...something true...or just you. So stir the bloods, awaken the bass line. Replug the pulsation, a reunification, within, throughout, let's incarnate this Love!!
This fire burns for you, it burns and burns and waits and whishes. For you to warm yourself beside it. Always. Forever. It just burns and burns.
ReplyDeleteIt doesn't wait, and it very obviously was extinguished by a heavy bucket of water.
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