Sep 18

Hearts Are Free

Out there hearts are free

Past the thickets and concrete

Over the deep blue sea

I’ll be seeing you

Out where hearts are free

Past our jungle
Past these claws
Won’t you reach out, past this chaotic sea
So dark
Before we sink

Out there our hearts are free
Dance with a star, forget where you are
Tiptoe on water and let the ocean mist take you away
Free

Can your ears carry you far
Past these screaming weights
Past these demands, you never built
Where I fell, they took me away
Can you feel how

Out where hearts are free
Past this lake, it’s not far
Away your feet will take you
Into the starry night, on our dusted souls we
Trail into the sky

Past this pain gnawing on me
Past this anger all around me
Want to kick them in the arm, give them all their hate
In haste

Give me your childlike hopes
Take them in these hands
Carry you off like these rain drops
Tickling my cheek

Cry all your tears away, fall as you sweep
Off these feet into open air

Open your wide eyes
Open your heart and let a wind in, warm your soul
Over these pressures high
It’s not far, open your breath and dream
To another continent

Out there our hearts are free

Past these pains and bruises

Over the deep blue sea

I’ll be seeing you

Out where hearts are free

To another place
Cross this rainbow bridge

Greener grass ahead
Softer sand rolling by, gentle waves
Fields of joy and happiness
Sun warming my skin, I’ve never felt bluer skies
Tears run like joy, along these eyes
Love will well up inside, in this chest, in lungs

Walk on with delicate feet, leaves tickle these soles
Butterflies zoom around from fern to fern
A grasshopper jumps on these blades so fine
Look out as these flowers sink into mind

Say hi to old friends
Reach out and pick them up
Hold them tight
This place is where we can always run
Free

Lovers will kiss on electric lips, so sweet
A warmer grasp
The wait is never long
Always felt them there, way deep, inside
Hold on and look up at the sky

I’ll see you there, all my hopes
Greet me as I cross
Pounce into my heart
On to these shoulders so frayed, there’s always a place
There’s always enough strength

I go to sleep at night
Hope in these dreams
She’ll sparkle her eyes and take my hand
To see you frolic on these fields
I’ll hold you near and smell a musk
Always feel safe
With you

Out where our hearts are free

I know you’ll remember, your love will carry me

On a feeling

Over the deep blue sea

I’ll be seeing you

Where hearts are free

Sep 15

8 Verses

Here comes Sly Sal
Sliding the slide of deprivation
A discourse to create a justification to segregation for you and me
Cut off from the world in a beard that is weird there’s no one around to give or hold his ear

and he’s looked at different

Here comes Meager Mantel
Cruising an boozing in the 4th layer of hell
Dreams and hopes held in the thirteenth between avenging demons and things that are mean
Between false friends and torment with no end

there’s no one around

Here comes the Chateau of Chantel
So much cold so much pain there’s nothing to gain from a world she folds in her chains
She uses a bold face in the face of old myths never changed with the strength she’s feigned
A black hole material girl with no soul inside hiding from her own tide

and she’s pretty on the outside

Here comes Louder Mell
A tub of lighting lard crashing into everything like a brash man in charge of nothing but an empty barge
There’s something weak inside he won’t perceive just roll up his sleeves and beat down the skinny for a seave
He’s a fat tub of looking for something to hit with thunder thighs and a fist full of fit

he cries himself to sleep every night

Here comes Naiv Nate
A tale of happy and joy constantly seeking to push the limits he looks at his body as a toy he abuses like nobody’s business
What’s he missing he’ll never know don’t try and tell him you will be ignored you square bore lets get high and push the sublime
Clueless the blind walking to a wall never knowing how lucky he is until it is too late to navigate out of his haze

and he can’t hear his own voice

Here comes Hidden Jen
No self esteem mixing with a killer body and arrogant sass nothing but fear inside but can shake a firm ass
She’ll suck your for a hit of confidence and affection never given off in her father’s ambience or inflections
She’s been beaten emotionally and physically seeking abuse and assholes to break her nose and grope her mind one more time

a flower is wilting

Here comes Nars Arlentic
A glass is always evaporating why should you care to dare to feel in a worthless world full of hate and heels
His fate is set a master of manipulation he can have it all but the meaning of anything befalls intentions he doesn’t have
Disconnected from you and me having felt the worst pain there’s nothing to gain go away

and the blocks are inside

Here comes a Artist
I know him well his is a long story to a distant shell of sadness and joy covered by outside indifference and ineptitude
His life never shows him any latitude he believes nobody cares connections are never there to channel the longitude of potential
It’s there inside blinding to the eye can’t you see through my stories he’ll say with a quiet voice as you walk away

and it’s getting lonely out in the cold you have to be bold not to be alone

Sep 15

A stutter forth, the desire expresses. There is a beauty and strength to that. The feel of the words.

Kitty on a shimmery horned silver unicorn to tour the land
A city of trees seeking rising sons
Coast far from the best sea
Iridescence locked by stalks of ears
Fences of pitchforks imposed
The road heating, ready to elate
Purring to break free

Out of a fluorescent box, from Ameowicana she sang
Of paws patting and aristocats playing musical inclination

A hundred questions to explore
An anvil crashed down and judged my palate for sonic strum
What could I say, alternating, classically I answered
Like a photograph in motion, independent to the crest of cat’s eye

Key and fundamentally to the foundation of your infatuation, flutter a rhythm
For a stranger defies definition
Hold on steady to the mass of inland beneath
Hold on to the 6 remaining because you only have nine

What is a cloth and jeans, vested but to cover the heart that breathes?
Guarded and covered by a forest of downy testosterone driven roots
O’ can you hear, can your ears perch upon mine
On a scintillated ‘Ovember morn’?

Called from the moonlit road, naked in heat,
The long loud meow
Where art thou?!

Whisper hot steamed breath gently of mountains and oceans wisping
Smokey in earliest dew, infra-suns rising
Little hairs tingling adversely to but the biggest golden canines

I found a shimmering gray
A coincidence, a mystery, or?
A heart ponders to yearn, for fluttered frills of yarn

Swooped in like a nighttime owl
Purrled in upon fingertips to press
Each one loved by tenderest lips

Cuddle a wildflower’s kiss, hold it close, and!
For a bated breath, held hot to core hearth, waiting!

Fathom a dream of four pillows and fluffy wraps
Past sunrise, a heart pumps
Shimmering and reflected,
To my fingers eight and open, don’t miss the thumbs
Thumbs crave affection too

Cray the nip, wild off the walls!
Piercing eyes burn through, taut and grasping
Hold on tight, clamped your vice and dug in tips

Flipped a spline, a sight softly
Stretched for the longest trees’ limbs
Undulated with a panorama to perceive
To plunder, this prisoner is all mine, delving
Anticipation waiting for each descent
Round the creeks
To quench in

Creaking each four’d leg
Faster pussy cat, faster!
Collapse each stake, sore sides asked for beside
Parched like paper soft, take in the underground springs!
Not once, not twice, thrice streams of three

Reverie takes a bicycle ride
To where dreams play

… and one yielding far wonders
Reach out to mine box thumping
Timid to reveal
Anything real
A fear of life’s claws tightly sealed off
Reach out iridescently
Like a feline strigine with feathers
Nyctea’s naughty caress
Snuggle a huddle closer
Firmed feline grip

Sprawl and tangle to a new dawn
Kiss a smile, there to see
To taste

Brush your forehead free of wayward sweat soaked strands, a peck upon glisten

Time will slow, and morn’ to day
Even mountains a centimeter seems quicker, quickened from gray to silver
A clock stopped, hands in unison
For a bated breath, held hot to hearth

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