Baker
Bluelighter
Wrote this last night, and i'm trying to improve my writing style, I think it's a bit too suggestive, and these days i've started to suck at free versing I don't think it flows, anyway, please be critical if you want.. otherwise enjoy. Thanks
Left Foot Backwards
Forget these faces and forget time
Visit this place of melancholy that sits in your mind
Leave the tragedy, that leads to revenge
Red and green battlegrounds, alone to defend
Conflicted anatomy, direct from the tongue
Think you’re winning the fight? It’s only just begun
A Fire locked within oneself, illuminating the devils face
murmuring expressions of fear and hate, you better not run
Drop the shadows, or drop your prayers
The devils mark of denial, dance everywhere
This tunnel bleeds darkness
As a sun sets in my ears
floating marshmallows, blue water, vanilla tears
Drifting with peaches, tainted pink, soft and succulent
Flavourful aromas colours the walls atmosphere
Sedate by the chemistry of blue and green storm clouds
Glowing nervously, so ready, so near
Those theories you bind to realities state
Can leave your views of beauty displaced
Don’t touch the red wine
But indulge your foes
Like addictions, like cancer
Hate grows and grows
Laugh with me now in the devils face
Ridiculed by beauty
all you need is a taste
Zigzagging rails cut through white snow
Reminiscing the good times, the highs and the lows
Buried by attachments, slowing the train
Frosted blood stains, leads the destination unknown
Distasteful lust, discoloured by romance
Prepared in a Tibetan kitchen
And flavoured by dance
Feel the devil, touch his soul
escape fear of death
Fear nothing at all.
Left Foot Backwards
Forget these faces and forget time
Visit this place of melancholy that sits in your mind
Leave the tragedy, that leads to revenge
Red and green battlegrounds, alone to defend
Conflicted anatomy, direct from the tongue
Think you’re winning the fight? It’s only just begun
A Fire locked within oneself, illuminating the devils face
murmuring expressions of fear and hate, you better not run
Drop the shadows, or drop your prayers
The devils mark of denial, dance everywhere
This tunnel bleeds darkness
As a sun sets in my ears
floating marshmallows, blue water, vanilla tears
Drifting with peaches, tainted pink, soft and succulent
Flavourful aromas colours the walls atmosphere
Sedate by the chemistry of blue and green storm clouds
Glowing nervously, so ready, so near
Those theories you bind to realities state
Can leave your views of beauty displaced
Don’t touch the red wine
But indulge your foes
Like addictions, like cancer
Hate grows and grows
Laugh with me now in the devils face
Ridiculed by beauty
all you need is a taste
Zigzagging rails cut through white snow
Reminiscing the good times, the highs and the lows
Buried by attachments, slowing the train
Frosted blood stains, leads the destination unknown
Distasteful lust, discoloured by romance
Prepared in a Tibetan kitchen
And flavoured by dance
Feel the devil, touch his soul
escape fear of death
Fear nothing at all.
