Meditating With Father Time

[RareForm]

many an angle sprout from these roots.
winding through the tunnel infinity
of our time on this world.
weave a pattern in the stars
to make the red moon rise,
guide me to the scorched forest
with undead eyes.
sonar solemn sweeps over sunflower mutations
in rows on rotting hills.
let me drain the blood from your neck,
lay still.
as your skin becomes soil,
your mind becomes fireflies.
so before you decompose,
do as you know you must.
don't allow yourself to rust.

because time is a stage that you will learn to trust.

 

[BrightEyesIsMe]

that was really cool. love that one. i like the "drain the blood from your neck, lay still." fair well.

 

[punktuality]

time is a stage

love this idea...

 

[cherub]

Definately a dark piece
But one of very creative insight

I think you have an old soul wrapped in that young body and mind of yours

Great stuff!

 

[Altered_Soul9]

I missed this piece and I should shoot myself. Amazing shit cuz. One of my favs. Very, Very Nice!

 

[drEaMtiMe*@#]

i liked this piece, got some interesting ideas coming through. i epecially like the visual imagery of this line:

"weave a pattern in the stars
to make the red moon rise,"

 

[mariacallas]

i missed this somehow....and i love it boo.