Small World..
A small world with thin lines and anger
Lost pearls last in the plams of strangers.
Blame hurts while my same birth turned
Pains worth into my words first concern.
Learned to walk without shoulder glancing.
Burn the crops that stopped rainforest dancing.
While change happens in the direction of routes.
Planes are landing on mental patients scalps.
Open their mouths then, insert in words, inwards
Into their inards and skeleton structure.
Intelligence lusters bright and shadows rupture
Light. Fuck the fight I've been swingin in.
Touch a life with words written in my ripped skin.
Drip pens into inkdroplets.. Blink often and
Leave your coffin lid slammed.. Crammed
With your soul.. Wrinkled clothes to rest in.
Dig the hole to sit in.. Posessing your position.
Addressing your addictions and regreting the finish.
Raise hands and scream at god and his workers
Then rain lands on my dreams of cold murders.
I told murmurs and mummbled proficies.
Stummbled into scenes of greed.. Knee deep
With broken ankles.. spoken pain flows
Smoothly.. Toke in a rain soaked beauty.
And exhale very few things.. Tales of dwarfs
And midget people.. Ridigid sequels
Equal weak pools of cheap rule.
Fake diamond eyes, that'll never shine
Like mine, Bright and full of stars.. Mind
Me, that this writing stuff isn't to touch glory..
Just to clutch performing. Wings spread.
Soaring into a 4th dimension. Intention to
Report the image I see..
Short of a sentence to describe things.
Angel wings and lost halos.. Saturns rings
Float free.. Throats bleeds and necks twist.
Confessed is... my confessions.. The obession
With weapons and sections of perfection.
Sessions of death and that ONE poetic moment.
Where I'm formed into important.. without the torment..
Of this small world.
I'm a lost pearl.
Lost pearls last in the plams of strangers.
Blame hurts while my same birth turned
Pains worth into my words first concern.
Learned to walk without shoulder glancing.
Burn the crops that stopped rainforest dancing.
While change happens in the direction of routes.
Planes are landing on mental patients scalps.
Open their mouths then, insert in words, inwards
Into their inards and skeleton structure.
Intelligence lusters bright and shadows rupture
Light. Fuck the fight I've been swingin in.
Touch a life with words written in my ripped skin.
Drip pens into inkdroplets.. Blink often and
Leave your coffin lid slammed.. Crammed
With your soul.. Wrinkled clothes to rest in.
Dig the hole to sit in.. Posessing your position.
Addressing your addictions and regreting the finish.
Raise hands and scream at god and his workers
Then rain lands on my dreams of cold murders.
I told murmurs and mummbled proficies.
Stummbled into scenes of greed.. Knee deep
With broken ankles.. spoken pain flows
Smoothly.. Toke in a rain soaked beauty.
And exhale very few things.. Tales of dwarfs
And midget people.. Ridigid sequels
Equal weak pools of cheap rule.
Fake diamond eyes, that'll never shine
Like mine, Bright and full of stars.. Mind
Me, that this writing stuff isn't to touch glory..
Just to clutch performing. Wings spread.
Soaring into a 4th dimension. Intention to
Report the image I see..
Short of a sentence to describe things.
Angel wings and lost halos.. Saturns rings
Float free.. Throats bleeds and necks twist.
Confessed is... my confessions.. The obession
With weapons and sections of perfection.
Sessions of death and that ONE poetic moment.
Where I'm formed into important.. without the torment..
Of this small world.
I'm a lost pearl.