Then what?

Wise Wiggles · 02-26-2019, 11:39 AM

Use consciousness to generate real things
Recesatate feeling.
When the letters placed brilliant?
It may levitate buildings
Of course the memories'll last
Like stored energies of past
Sober awakening- yeah? better bring a flask
Yet most live Eyes Wide Shut and never see the masks
Gotta Wonka with it- penetrate the glass
Seperate the ACT, from truth.
Meditate and fast.
Have to get to the roots of why generation after generations trapped
Alchemy - adapt
Drop the demented mindstates
Ink stimulation, pens that vibrate
A think simulation - accension highway
I stare at shadows til they surround me like pterodactyls
Gallows, gavels, latch & chain
The Scarecrow grovels If I Only Had A Brain..!?

Then what?

It's confusing, the ego..
The beauty is peaceful,
The illusory eisle
Here. Paint it how you want
My dear angel bellutaunt
Encased in a spherical vase
Petal fonts
Where meadows yawn
That special On
One light for all candles
If it's done right.
Love's highs strung aside
Hung to dry, to drain
this drowning
The drops drip dangles down
I'm coming, throne-trippin
Humming own rythym
Bones clickin, holding hidden
Occult beats, their moulding ribbons
The Soul dreams, it fantasizes
Then Soul weeps on ashy horizion
Catching my thriving, upon this haunted
Accident-Island

02-26-2019, 11:39 AM	#1
Wise Wiggles nok Su kow Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 4,505 Battle Record: 1-1 Rep Power: 51788022	Then what? Use consciousness to generate real things Recesatate feeling. When the letters placed brilliant? It may levitate buildings Of course the memories'll last Like stored energies of past Sober awakening- yeah? better bring a flask Yet most live Eyes Wide Shut and never see the masks Gotta Wonka with it- penetrate the glass Seperate the ACT, from truth. Meditate and fast. Have to get to the roots of why generation after generations trapped Alchemy - adapt Drop the demented mindstates Ink stimulation, pens that vibrate A think simulation - accension highway I stare at shadows til they surround me like pterodactyls Gallows, gavels, latch & chain The Scarecrow grovels If I Only Had A Brain..!? Then what? It's confusing, the ego.. The beauty is peaceful, The illusory eisle Here. Paint it how you want My dear angel bellutaunt Encased in a spherical vase Petal fonts Where meadows yawn That special On One light for all candles If it's done right. Love's highs strung aside Hung to dry, to drain this drowning The drops drip dangles down I'm coming, throne-trippin Humming own rythym Bones clickin, holding hidden Occult beats, their moulding ribbons The Soul dreams, it fantasizes Then Soul weeps on ashy horizion Catching my thriving, upon this haunted Accident-Island __________________ "black as midnight..black as pitch blacker than the soul of the foulest witch"