Pyro
Bluelighter
(This has different meaning to different people and I want to know what some of you get out of it. You can take it line by line if you want or just give me a general feel of it... I'd love to hear. Thanks)
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When the wind outside calms down
When the new moon brings calm ocean tide
The eye of the storm...
I enter a time of thoughtless thoughts. I return to form the worm again, one more time... one more mutation. Down every street and around every corner, there is quiet tonight.
Then there is a sound, like a spark of flame.
Then suddenly the realization that it's the beauty of the morning birds chirping in unison, encouraging the sun to rise over the quieted bodies. Louder until the chirping becomes heard and understood and at that point the breaking of the horizion. The rays of the sun holding the breath of the onlooker and the morning trippers. Radience.
The Sunrise. It is everything to no one and nothing to everyone and there a point of light breaks over the mountians as the sky begins to become blue yet again. Light is pulsated over the new-born sky again and again and again throughout the course of this new sunrise. Pixaliated pulses can be seen. Detail like never before. The side of the mountians come to life and the plants turn to face the sun. Color brought back to life. The sun rises in full glory, one more time.
The worm breaks through it's shell and sprouts it's magnificant wings.
Warmth washes over the land and people's eyes are opened as the sun pulsates it's purpose into and all around them. Awaking from their long sleeps, their thoughtless thoughts.
Pyro
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When the wind outside calms down
When the new moon brings calm ocean tide
The eye of the storm...
I enter a time of thoughtless thoughts. I return to form the worm again, one more time... one more mutation. Down every street and around every corner, there is quiet tonight.
Then there is a sound, like a spark of flame.
Then suddenly the realization that it's the beauty of the morning birds chirping in unison, encouraging the sun to rise over the quieted bodies. Louder until the chirping becomes heard and understood and at that point the breaking of the horizion. The rays of the sun holding the breath of the onlooker and the morning trippers. Radience.
The Sunrise. It is everything to no one and nothing to everyone and there a point of light breaks over the mountians as the sky begins to become blue yet again. Light is pulsated over the new-born sky again and again and again throughout the course of this new sunrise. Pixaliated pulses can be seen. Detail like never before. The side of the mountians come to life and the plants turn to face the sun. Color brought back to life. The sun rises in full glory, one more time.
The worm breaks through it's shell and sprouts it's magnificant wings.
Warmth washes over the land and people's eyes are opened as the sun pulsates it's purpose into and all around them. Awaking from their long sleeps, their thoughtless thoughts.
Pyro
