Aeon Psyche
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Dec 11, 2007
- Messages
- 2,147
It's been a while, writer's block.
Turned syllables of lullabies into colours and hit the spot.
Figurations of algorithms while I lay awake with no inspiration.
Had this rainbow rubix cube fix me up when I switched the blocks.
Risk integrity or show my nature as a hidden vigilante.
There's simply no letters to litterally define or by my means be adequate
to not rip up these lines I try to realise.
I'm no longer beneath an essence. I consume it, what?
Another love poem when noone's going to use it.
I or rather you, spying inside my soul for a spare clue.
Terrified, the grasp of attention have several seconds paralysed.
There's nothing but tragedy but yet I smile back figuratively.
Hypothetical, simply not philosophical or whatever.
I'm diggin' in this spirituality crystal energy.
Vividly mixed with a higher appreciation for the stickyness
of daily electricity. It's more than days.
Throw my hopes up but y'all want to make a corporate.
A form of which I revolt. Money making but unfortunately
I borrow common mistakes. Fuck the goverment and politics.
While I'm just an accomplist of to many video games.
Comedy-Addict. While I need a god-send interventionist.
Oh whatever. I mess up my duties as I send my former glory to non-existantional addresses.
My mood's grey. My aura's it's as always white.
Oh, I forgot, People are selfish, you don't fucking care what I write.
Mark zuckerborg exploited that fact with every possible analogy of a metric system
that meddles with jealousy within a billion dollar story.
As I throw away my dignity. All for show and a bit of disney.
Entertainment goes the world around. I spin the planet on an axis on my middlefinger
and shoot it threw the rings of saturn. No visible sattelite can dismiss a language.
We're merely minions on a string. And when a 1000 dollar monthly deposit comes accross
the news again, for everyone with empty pockets. The same thing was proposed years ago.
Overthrown by the rich and obnoxious. I deliver my visions.
To transpire back to the filters of my living habbits.
Stirring in a cup with restless leg syndrome. I'll have another one.
Chase 'em away with salt and extra lemon.
Turned syllables of lullabies into colours and hit the spot.
Figurations of algorithms while I lay awake with no inspiration.
Had this rainbow rubix cube fix me up when I switched the blocks.
Risk integrity or show my nature as a hidden vigilante.
There's simply no letters to litterally define or by my means be adequate
to not rip up these lines I try to realise.
I'm no longer beneath an essence. I consume it, what?
Another love poem when noone's going to use it.
I or rather you, spying inside my soul for a spare clue.
Terrified, the grasp of attention have several seconds paralysed.
There's nothing but tragedy but yet I smile back figuratively.
Hypothetical, simply not philosophical or whatever.
I'm diggin' in this spirituality crystal energy.
Vividly mixed with a higher appreciation for the stickyness
of daily electricity. It's more than days.
Throw my hopes up but y'all want to make a corporate.
A form of which I revolt. Money making but unfortunately
I borrow common mistakes. Fuck the goverment and politics.
While I'm just an accomplist of to many video games.
Comedy-Addict. While I need a god-send interventionist.
Oh whatever. I mess up my duties as I send my former glory to non-existantional addresses.
My mood's grey. My aura's it's as always white.
Oh, I forgot, People are selfish, you don't fucking care what I write.
Mark zuckerborg exploited that fact with every possible analogy of a metric system
that meddles with jealousy within a billion dollar story.
As I throw away my dignity. All for show and a bit of disney.
Entertainment goes the world around. I spin the planet on an axis on my middlefinger
and shoot it threw the rings of saturn. No visible sattelite can dismiss a language.
We're merely minions on a string. And when a 1000 dollar monthly deposit comes accross
the news again, for everyone with empty pockets. The same thing was proposed years ago.
Overthrown by the rich and obnoxious. I deliver my visions.
To transpire back to the filters of my living habbits.
Stirring in a cup with restless leg syndrome. I'll have another one.
Chase 'em away with salt and extra lemon.
