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Hitchhiker: I will not wait for you
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Again I break from my shell.As clouds break over the dawn.And I rise.And I wait.For the music to come. Monday, 12 January 2015. I will not wait for you. I will not wait for you. Or your eyes that never turn. For the world is a wheel. And you only gather hate like dust. Sweeping forgotten toys under your bed. If your hands are not reaching out. If your arms don't graze. The grass on this field. My feet tramples with joy. If your palms aren't waves. That take me in. And little by little,. We all must forget.
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Hitchhiker: January 2015
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Again I break from my shell.As clouds break over the dawn.And I rise.And I wait.For the music to come. Monday, 12 January 2015. I will not wait for you. I will not wait for you. Or your eyes that never turn. For the world is a wheel. And you only gather hate like dust. Sweeping forgotten toys under your bed. If your hands are not reaching out. If your arms don't graze. The grass on this field. My feet tramples with joy. If your palms aren't waves. That take me in. And little by little,. We all must forget.
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Hitchhiker: Undress
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Again I break from my shell.As clouds break over the dawn.And I rise.And I wait.For the music to come. Tuesday, 21 July 2015. I see her undress. And for a second. The ink spilled over her. And freckles like stars. Love is a smile. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Other shades on a similar canvas. Http:/ ramblinginc.blogspot.com/. Stranger to paradise and stranger than paradise. View my complete profile. I would like to kiss you in Places no one knows In. Its A Slow Death.
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Hitchhiker: Golden
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Again I break from my shell.As clouds break over the dawn.And I rise.And I wait.For the music to come. Sunday, 5 April 2015. Cannot see rivers of blood. Or eyes of fire. With mouths open wide. Live to be devoured . By a ravenous tide. Pumping your fist, beating your chest. Wearing your crown of power. Shouting your forsaken sermon. From a broken tower. If your body's a vessel. Your heart's but a cage. Bring down your armies. Have you come to plunder? Or have you come to save? War makes humans rhetoric.
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Hitchhiker: Fluff
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Again I break from my shell.As clouds break over the dawn.And I rise.And I wait.For the music to come. Tuesday, 21 July 2015. Mountains of the evening. Hills of the night. Break in the morning. To deliver and drench. You with their message. While we, the plebeians. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Other shades on a similar canvas. Http:/ ramblinginc.blogspot.com/. Stranger to paradise and stranger than paradise. View my complete profile. I would like to kiss you in Places no one knows In.
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Hitchhiker: October 2014
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Again I break from my shell.As clouds break over the dawn.And I rise.And I wait.For the music to come. Tuesday, 14 October 2014. I close the door. The voices outside have drowned. It’s time I must sleep. A deep, trembling sleep. For the sun was getting too loud. Words are never far. From where you are. But I bid farewell to. The smiling, squinting eyes. That stray from me. The face of yesterdays. That called out in the breeze. Forsaken and lost,. Just a fever dream. Do you lay down your armour.
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Hitchhiker: August 2015
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Again I break from my shell.As clouds break over the dawn.And I rise.And I wait.For the music to come. Saturday, 29 August 2015. Wrong out your rights
. Wound all your heals
. Drown out the noise
. Erase how to feel
. This second skin
. We've settled in
. Is better than
. Friday, 28 August 2015. Crawl through mud and ash. The better half of me. I prefer the tall grass . And the wind whistling through. But I'm not divided in two. There are open fields,. Where my mind wanders, and you. Or bat an eyelid.
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Hitchhiker: April 2015
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Again I break from my shell.As clouds break over the dawn.And I rise.And I wait.For the music to come. Sunday, 5 April 2015. Cannot see rivers of blood. Or eyes of fire. With mouths open wide. Live to be devoured . By a ravenous tide. Pumping your fist, beating your chest. Wearing your crown of power. Shouting your forsaken sermon. From a broken tower. If your body's a vessel. Your heart's but a cage. Bring down your armies. Have you come to plunder? Or have you come to save? War makes humans rhetoric.
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Hitchhiker: July 2014
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Again I break from my shell.As clouds break over the dawn.And I rise.And I wait.For the music to come. Monday, 7 July 2014. Dressed in the sleeve of a gifted shirt. Muttering words, too fast, in a language you cannot fathom. Hair tousled in the wind, hands waving. Wearing a smile borrowed from an old photograph. Legs thinner than before. Never too far but always at a distance. Forever moving a little bit too quick. And yet, slowing down time. Whispering through a half smile. Like the sun about to rise.
