silentpoet
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Aug 1, 2001
- Messages
- 207
Coloration of stars
Orbs of manakin fighters.
Patches of battle,
Mark of many faces.
The statues of Euthripye's palace
The clouds of the Gods
The orgy of feast we share,
The total poetry we will share.
Factories of dieted lights
Harbors of sea and mist.
Twilight flight of crimsom night.
The quantity of masses.
The world close at hand.
Through my mind scape-
The graphs of north poles,
Forces of negative energy conversed-
Synthacise-
Morph, El giant is escaping.
The greatest of every achievement!
The riegn supreme ruller,
A tall figure in the distance,
A fortress of man.
The path of travel,
Led, long, On,
Finally, The world ends.
The great gap of heavens and
The sidelines of hell.
Interface, Technology.
Phiber Obtics-
Synthacise man,
Body of steel, soul
Conveyer belt of love,
Food dismatched until mantle.
Boney fingers types at keyboard,
The three bears watch over me.
That hour of darkness is apon me.
Kid n Play,
Afro Strance-Stance-
Spirituality, 10 cents a bottle.
Rip off in the respect of 10 cents.
The flowers though, they are nice.
Everything in Spirituality needs to go though.
People put so much emphasis on the levels, that they forget about the middles.
Forest ingrounds,
Height of fears.
Clowns of the past,
Magicians of the present.
Words of a mess,
Tumbled and abused.
Will anyone suffer through it?
I surely dont know.
The darkside, in my mind.
Transform
Crescendo
100% asshole.
Another chord struck,
A string broken in sequence.
R.i.o.t
riot-
Thrown against the wall,
Thrown in thort belief.
The fires blew onto the street-
Greatness is overwith-
just streamers of electric lights.
The future- Inside-
Tron, Glowsticks, Flourensent
Orbs of manakin fighters.
Patches of battle,
Mark of many faces.
The statues of Euthripye's palace
The clouds of the Gods
The orgy of feast we share,
The total poetry we will share.
Factories of dieted lights
Harbors of sea and mist.
Twilight flight of crimsom night.
The quantity of masses.
The world close at hand.
Through my mind scape-
The graphs of north poles,
Forces of negative energy conversed-
Synthacise-
Morph, El giant is escaping.
The greatest of every achievement!
The riegn supreme ruller,
A tall figure in the distance,
A fortress of man.
The path of travel,
Led, long, On,
Finally, The world ends.
The great gap of heavens and
The sidelines of hell.
Interface, Technology.
Phiber Obtics-
Synthacise man,
Body of steel, soul
Conveyer belt of love,
Food dismatched until mantle.
Boney fingers types at keyboard,
The three bears watch over me.
That hour of darkness is apon me.
Kid n Play,
Afro Strance-Stance-
Spirituality, 10 cents a bottle.
Rip off in the respect of 10 cents.
The flowers though, they are nice.
Everything in Spirituality needs to go though.
People put so much emphasis on the levels, that they forget about the middles.
Forest ingrounds,
Height of fears.
Clowns of the past,
Magicians of the present.
Words of a mess,
Tumbled and abused.
Will anyone suffer through it?
I surely dont know.
The darkside, in my mind.
Transform
Crescendo
100% asshole.
Another chord struck,
A string broken in sequence.
R.i.o.t
riot-
Thrown against the wall,
Thrown in thort belief.
The fires blew onto the street-
Greatness is overwith-
just streamers of electric lights.
The future- Inside-
Tron, Glowsticks, Flourensent
