Get away from
My window pane
Move, old soul
With all your pains
Social at your own
Intellect speed
Your heals in head
Knock all down hills
Everything your way
Away your creativity.....
Your own role
Mad away from my sleep
Far away in no sync
Die in daily dream
Walk on every water
Clinch the tallest tree
Make your own song
With all your act
Play in your own
Morbid generation
It doesn't matter
One case in earnest
You are just a wind
A mindset, a figment
A role, a liquid soul
christian mowarin
Am a genius with a curious
and genuine consciousness
A hateful ability to harness rites
Am calling you in spirit light
Begging your rights in
unique and creative standards
In relative approach you know
With a child-like enthusiasm
I know the current perspective
And I know the incumbent innocence
I bent them myself in my
tribulations
So you won't get troubled
In the metaphors of trusted
hearts
christian mowarin
If you wake upFeeling reluctantly dizzyWith insanity screamingUnscripted thoughtsUp in your hairAnd your head explodingBit by bit by bitFollow the red gourd
If the morning coldIs curling up your sleeveAnd the daylight tooBright for your eyesYour spirit don't let goHolding hand with your loverSqueezing tight and tighterFollow the red gourd Your friend comesAround and meets you roundGives you a little roll kickAnd the rain comes backFrom the night beforeTo tell to stay at homeSo you wont go baobabFollow the red gourd
An orangutan danceAway in cool energyExtra wide and intoxicatingPuts all your dreams inOne empty basketfor the malady to filter throughWaiting and waiting and waitingFollow the red gourd
The long arm of the hour Hits a mile longer than necessary The shadows deep enoughBranded by indefatigable switchTrailing through the wildCircumstantial in remuneration The devil in practiced performanceOf revolutionary ancient reliefMade pale by constanceIrritated by notional messages
Soon the women silhouettesPilfered by orangutan sunsetBegan to appear radicallyRazed by burnt umber utterancesDays over from the nascentSpirit infested udimili tall riverWith it's longitudinal tributaries Like a fulcrum of archipelagosUndulating in lighting speedFor any one who dare walk
The sun maneuvering it's wayClumsily towards the dead eastSinking fast among molten hazeLazily covered by burning cloud Rain sold and really imminent Time plays imaginary lessonsOn the end road to sunsetOn the way to an ancient salvationMade open by black kind
It's done, theDaily plagueStretched like aSymphony headerPlayed in daylightAristocratic crazeSet in semi-aridHuman vertical spaceAnd of paragraphsOf satanic versesKept reservedFor generationsTo rekindleTo mock the newAnd lost holy warsThe book of prophetsBut not a voiceOf mediaeval santityArmed ArmageddonDressed up as crusadersIn nocturnal energyOn a table of rockTagged in sedimentsIn the earthly hoursBefore the cock To re createA life in afterlifeWith blades of steelIn a street of stiltIn greed of human saltIn molten lava
The Valley of the deadHolds the conspicuous abodeStaged like an eighteen centuryHome to a million descentGarden once manicuredThe new armoires faithAn effervescence of a hope
Against the colloquial dietyMarshes in rustic destitutionMade to stay so wellWorld in modest wonderA magic from the ashesOf a full boned and hecticBlood painted art of shrines
There is no unimagined None whatsoever to venture onOld blood already shedNew Knowledge acknowledgedGory nature of age longNo time shall never bring us backHoly battle with the gods to wage
It will not Lift your heartCompletely nor Reconstruct youFrom the rain of painAnd the sold panic of a picnic technicBut the latentSplines it draws
The calm clay On which it rests.Raw pollen power Bring wrath of the godsTo mend the stakesStill wild, wandering.So you won't roamSo true religionThe future retrogressivelyWritten in noon hue Satanic coronation
You shiverIn the new dew,Down by the day documentaries Seek a shelter these ambiguity Because you resonate nativelyA gentle market callingMother nature warmthDay just stretched You know the harmattan Something you hold is brokenTogether we would driftThrough it all nd fix you
Shadow moppetsA dance of delinquentShallow soliloquyIn quizzical quietness Like stillness of heartsAnd life grown signageMade gains in grainsHands against wallsIn halls again this timeWhere would you go For dire wisdomAnd challenges of fate
The clan wars ragesOld Brothers in armsBad blood dialectsIn plain proposalsWar time heroesIn time storiesInvocations votingIn regular regionsDown by the raidsHell so close, soLetting loose
Prayers in Plural dictionsSaint Matthew too newKingmakers with crownOriginated from liesTold to lineages of longMedian mending principlesIn disorderly slantSlaying all who listensIt's the end of the worldAs we all know it
Run away in railYou oil of resistance With the rest calmCameras in disarrayAn array on thoughtsThought of you nowDancing in the coldSilver of twilight rain
Your move in shireManifests of an eveningEnveloped in consequence Conscience in phonyRace of cacophony How do you blend?With your mind so farAnd so mended fromThe antics of noon time
Fusion formationAs proprietary toolsTaking rudimentary shapeAs ape of this a new jungleAs app in new digitalDimensions dating backTo time when minds workIn weak lineagePainted in retro in motionWith commotion in motion
Get away from My window paneI just worked itMove, old soulAnd take your coldHold it closeWith all your painsSocial at your ownIntellectual speedYour heals in headKnock all down hillEverything you seeIt's your creativityYour whole margin
Your own role
Mad away from my sleep Far away in no syncDie in daily dreamWalk on every waterClinch the tallest treeMake your own songWith all your actPlay in your own theatreYour own utter geneYour morbid generationIt so doesn't matterOne case in earnestYou are just a windA mindset, a figmentA role, a liquid soul
It comes likeA machine, theStrike or strike offsBrain stingsIn stinksInstinctsViolet detectivesFinding paths Territories of deadTrajectories of lifeNative symphonies Coming togetherA move in sanityInsanitySpirit of revoltIn reverb voltagesBlack wingsSwarming downIn large wrongsThe dead runningIn orangutan orchestraPlaying extrawidePraying dreamsAbnormal realmsIn reciprocal maladiesWaiting like thisYou need somethingThings on life's gripHeaven closerThe sky game over
This mad beauty in meSometimes I wonderDare to ask onceThis madness in beautifulHues leads me nowhereLeads me to rebirthNor consultationOnly humiliationThis mad beautyI intend to rub offWith a new colorTo fade away in times
This mad beautyStuck so much in meWorks not for mePaints not my newsRenders me in greysNot in brillianceOf cool blues or cluesThis made beautyI intend to rub offWith a new charcoalTo black away in night
The setting sun slowlyGlide past as the rays moveThe shadows in my roomIt's map corrugates my finger'sFurrow as it's violet rayPunched warmth in my reection
Been aging there a whileNear the open yet closed shuttersBeen dying slowly since that dayPondering why I had to remain unattendedWhat is it this world have turnedWhat is this paradise slave landscape
Could it be the day have castAn irrevocable spell on my genreWith the pulmonary thongs piecing throughWith hopes and beams of an upturned beginningEnchanted encapsulated in burnt dimensions?
Night life burns slowlyIs he coming to bring the lightOr is he coming to take the lifeThe magic wand, the oneThe energies that will power usThe living spirits that will guide usThe sons of the noble ancestors
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