Trapped in self-time
In a peaceful place
you could bring any thoughts
into wonders
without limiting yourself to space,
this reality of mind traps
could in spite sail in one direction
to embrace many truths,
at the same time
being and non-being
would be a choice
outside you...
The paper's side-lines
make the killer of time
different, sensless...
as do crystals
in a sound,
noise and words
have left me
lonely mourning
the remarks of Bystanders
in half-puffs...
A woman steps in
from the back
the show tonight is expressionless
motionless,
mind or out of,
barking dogs
sitting front row
chewing tongue
"OBSESSION"
"OBSESSION"
moving pictures in the wall,
shadows playing with matches near the window,
it is snowing outside
as thought peaces of a puzzle were coming together
shattering the ideas of many people,
the verse can't catch the music,
a dog barks out of loneliness,
the man inside
in the end came out
waiting timeless minutes from fear,
dreaming about the sun
and the stream of colors that a pill would give...
a flame snatched
at a crossroad downtown
shiny legs, heavy breast,
a move that said "i bring fire"...
speechless looking at the sky
by the moon
the end-stars lost in a sense of light
like infinite sculptures....
Zarathus, urime per shkrimet. :) sidomos me pelqen "Trapped in self-time".Postuar mė parė nga Zarathus
Trapped in self-time
In a peaceful place
you could bring any thoughts
into wonders
without limiting yourself to space,
this reality of mind traps
could in spite sail in one direction
to embrace many truths,
at the same time
being and non-being
would be a choice
outside you...
As it lies there by the door
Helpless into the agony of its still form
quiet, but not so nimbly
As thought a noise were calling from the inside,
a scream,
Everything moves into the open
Everything struggles for purpose,
In its place now runs water
Moving toward some other from, all forms. . . .
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