burning sparkle

philosophical minds

wounded from thinking of slowing time down

as it rotates

" tick tock ''

reincarnated soul stuck between a rock & a place.

 

 

facetious penetrating thoughts

so intense like a shooting star on a sunday evening

expunged thoughts all evened

even though sometimes we speak without sight

it always feels right ,

she said ''is this your real life ?''

they asked ''whose her ? ''

i said '' shes the women in my soul ".

 

 

blame it on the imprints left on the soul of my memories

the parallel mind

pretending to run the world just to see how i rule,

ruled or not i`d never be a racing horse with a sweet itch fly hood

 

 

money

bliss

power

manupulation

not easily manupulated ,

faster than Leo Bolt

a deadly pallor of fatal attractions

as some people become possessive

over obsessions

 

 

fighting with the conscious

is it coming to life ?,

the idea of divinity always stroke me as  fallacious,

somebody help

as i start to blame my self

will feelings ever float ?

subliminaly its lessons learned

down on my mind

kneeling to my shadow as i know he`s a god.

 

 

burning sounds of cigarettes

smoking thoughts 

 just changes

a life lesson literally.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Lucien Maier]

The flow is a bit choppy but I love the imagery.