manic_panic
Bluelighter
“Spindrift”
Serendipity spindrift
tends to send to my spirit a little clarity
rare in a friendship
A cheerful hope for a man of mystery
I’m compatible to the collateral of dawn with day
A little light shine over the hill a bit far away and I sway
along with the wind
till it blows me away
Sometimes I don’t need to say please or thankyou
just “okay”
I like to think that
even if I were a dangerous man
I’d plan to stand in the Safety Zone
even if I was there all alone
and I was shown a pretty face
on the other side of the road
~
“Cynges”
Cynical gestures are celebrated hypnotically, my eyes wander to the surface of the blooming horizon across yonder way. My humbled brain feels a unique pain and I shiver softly feeling tame… what was that girl’s name? It doesn’t matter, I’ll never see her again. I unravel mystic memories from the core of my grateful enterprise and smell coffee in the air…
My head thunders like a storm in the summer but my whole heart is as warm as an antique candle in the wintertime. I’m opening up myself a tad more and gently resisting the near-sighted sores of my slamdunk-depression. You’re in my possession I’m in yours--I won’t fear rejection, I won’t feel remorse, but passion. There’s a higher force. I’m never alone, my head spins off into the twilight zone and I crave its company. I restore my previous decision to soak in the foam of reality, which had once been conceived as an ultimate bore, lacking sobriety…
~
Serendipity spindrift
tends to send to my spirit a little clarity
rare in a friendship
A cheerful hope for a man of mystery
I’m compatible to the collateral of dawn with day
A little light shine over the hill a bit far away and I sway
along with the wind
till it blows me away
Sometimes I don’t need to say please or thankyou
just “okay”
I like to think that
even if I were a dangerous man
I’d plan to stand in the Safety Zone
even if I was there all alone
and I was shown a pretty face
on the other side of the road
~
“Cynges”
Cynical gestures are celebrated hypnotically, my eyes wander to the surface of the blooming horizon across yonder way. My humbled brain feels a unique pain and I shiver softly feeling tame… what was that girl’s name? It doesn’t matter, I’ll never see her again. I unravel mystic memories from the core of my grateful enterprise and smell coffee in the air…
My head thunders like a storm in the summer but my whole heart is as warm as an antique candle in the wintertime. I’m opening up myself a tad more and gently resisting the near-sighted sores of my slamdunk-depression. You’re in my possession I’m in yours--I won’t fear rejection, I won’t feel remorse, but passion. There’s a higher force. I’m never alone, my head spins off into the twilight zone and I crave its company. I restore my previous decision to soak in the foam of reality, which had once been conceived as an ultimate bore, lacking sobriety…
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