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crystal lightning

Contributed by Mangos on Monday, 22nd May 2006 @ 01:54:28 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

Often times it is best to leave things unsaid
When the thought crosses your mind to speak
Tosses you around until your weak
You should hold them in instead

When you think you’ve got something really important to say
Its probably only significant
In your own messed up kind of way
Snuck up behind you when you thought it was far away
Ready to penetrate your syllables and spew out disgrace
Flew out, of lips that have sucked sensitive skin
An intermission, of sorrow with a day of work ahead
Questions to be answered left to sleep on God’s cushioned bed
Resting with relief from tiresome pounding through my head

You feel I have done something wrong
When in fact you can’t recall
An evil side of you at all
An attitude of self defeatist excuses
A fetus, to a man in evolution
In retribution I owe myself nothing
You are the enemy I am the mighty Titan
Revolving around a moon when dark seems frightened
The gap between the shift is loose and tightening
From a muse the fuse is upon the crystal lightning
Is from the crash of a thunderous enlightening

Lonely summers in a city jammed with pedestrians
Sequestering companionship is time consuming

Blessings from his holy lordship makes the waiting bearable
Shakes the unforgettable from memories unattainable
For old tricks taught to dogs thought of as untrainable
Untamable, were the beasts until extinction breads
Until bones are recovered from under the ground which bleeds
Its fertile soil to the pretty flowers, who give life to the bees, and the trees,
Complete

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WVSSYJ

Copyright Â© Mangos ... [ 2006-05-22 13:54:28]
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