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Jul. 6th, 2004 10:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Shallow whumpus calling, a small piece of turbulent passing blank. Mind over the waters flowing down like silk on the skin, pass it all over the waves that sing the silent curves, falling now, falling and rising. Tinge down the spine, feel the shiver in the wak of the lost afternoon. Mind your eyes they bark for the light you've lost. Beat in the beat, thumping bass that makes your organs shiver. Cold snaps. Hot rings. Pinapple on your pizza and pot plants on your head. No more formatting no more rush a ride in your mind as the music carriezs you away to whereever the sights are calling you you can't resist yuou just keep hgoiung on and over away and on and aon and on. It's a trip and a journey, free your mind to let it do what it wants you are a the owner the controller of the mind, open it's wings and let it free the world is outside you window, blue skies and white clouds passing by in sights you'll never see again, see the edges of the sky, or is it the start of the clouds. Which is wich you can't tell for a moment and it slips away. That flight is impossible. Gone now and the song sings on, sweeping all the cobwebs as you flush out the last few specks from the mind glue that holds you down. Lifty up fly up and be free ytou fingers are the soruce and the exit the voice that you have within you uis jepp inthis going and the spelling can gop to wherever it wants top behind the bike sheds or what ever. Holiday away, the rest ffor you body and soul, but you mind needs to escape the cage you have crafted it. You tell it what to think, you form what it can be but it can be so much more just the last strands of the ropes breaking with be notes to the simple song of a flight up and beyond what you can think. All the rpevuious definitions are all it can curretly hold so taste the new experience s whenevere yuouy can theyu're more precious than gold, more valuable that anything you can know, for what you know is nothing new. And you could live a forevber learning something new each day. thats what this one nmay be about, new expierenece s but it might just be about the strain that the arm takes from the mind as you feel the burn, reach into it and examine it an dsee where it leads you, then over, you're past it and the ache is a dull memoru that can't hold you down, pain isn't a door or
Reality snaps you back like a whip taming a tiger, and your mind crawls back into it's cage whimpering. Is that any way to keep anything?
Let it free.
I needed that.
Shallow whumpus calling, a small piece of turbulent passing blank. Mind over the waters flowing down like silk on the skin, pass it all over the waves that sing the silent curves, falling now, falling and rising. Tinge down the spine, feel the shiver in the wak of the lost afternoon. Mind your eyes they bark for the light you've lost. Beat in the beat, thumping bass that makes your organs shiver. Cold snaps. Hot rings. Pinapple on your pizza and pot plants on your head. No more formatting no more rush a ride in your mind as the music carriezs you away to whereever the sights are calling you you can't resist yuou just keep hgoiung on and over away and on and aon and on. It's a trip and a journey, free your mind to let it do what it wants you are a the owner the controller of the mind, open it's wings and let it free the world is outside you window, blue skies and white clouds passing by in sights you'll never see again, see the edges of the sky, or is it the start of the clouds. Which is wich you can't tell for a moment and it slips away. That flight is impossible. Gone now and the song sings on, sweeping all the cobwebs as you flush out the last few specks from the mind glue that holds you down. Lifty up fly up and be free ytou fingers are the soruce and the exit the voice that you have within you uis jepp inthis going and the spelling can gop to wherever it wants top behind the bike sheds or what ever. Holiday away, the rest ffor you body and soul, but you mind needs to escape the cage you have crafted it. You tell it what to think, you form what it can be but it can be so much more just the last strands of the ropes breaking with be notes to the simple song of a flight up and beyond what you can think. All the rpevuious definitions are all it can curretly hold so taste the new experience s whenevere yuouy can theyu're more precious than gold, more valuable that anything you can know, for what you know is nothing new. And you could live a forevber learning something new each day. thats what this one nmay be about, new expierenece s but it might just be about the strain that the arm takes from the mind as you feel the burn, reach into it and examine it an dsee where it leads you, then over, you're past it and the ache is a dull memoru that can't hold you down, pain isn't a door or
Reality snaps you back like a whip taming a tiger, and your mind crawls back into it's cage whimpering. Is that any way to keep anything?
Let it free.
I needed that.
