Some places don't provide the same means of outlet like they used to
I can't pump the powerhouse back into the powerhouse
like overflowing
I can't fill them up
I can't make the blue crush the rock
Can't make the day paint the songs
I don't try to neglect, I refuse to
I abuse too
It is not forgot
Marisol Switched at Birth
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
"I found a cave to put myself"
Like Edward Teech
I felt in limbo
Instead of hanging her in the livingroom,
I decide to pack my ship from her shore,
take time to sail elsewhere.
Having not a care in the world yawns easy
Stealing for desires is a burden I choose intentionally.
Everything is free if you want it to be.
Everything is yours when you are free.
Like Edward Teech
I felt in limbo
Instead of hanging her in the livingroom,
I decide to pack my ship from her shore,
take time to sail elsewhere.
Having not a care in the world yawns easy
Stealing for desires is a burden I choose intentionally.
Everything is free if you want it to be.
Everything is yours when you are free.
The moisture of fresh stale summons up the Summer on my traveled chapped lips
brings dew to psychological saunas.
The habitual warning plays taps on trumpets, hoping to make you rise up!
Symbols of this old plantation land shape shifts,
the underground railroad is still in tact,
bringing history to those who never made it free
except in the form of ancestral seeds.
brings dew to psychological saunas.
The habitual warning plays taps on trumpets, hoping to make you rise up!
Symbols of this old plantation land shape shifts,
the underground railroad is still in tact,
bringing history to those who never made it free
except in the form of ancestral seeds.
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