The pain in my heart sets me free.
A long lost loving from fallen trees.
Space the final frontier.
lost and free living with animals and dirt
forcing words that only hurt.
Gathering all that is new, bad taste the germs that grew.
Dance with me one last time and together we can be sublime.
imagination is the key to survive the jungle in me.
Snakes and silent grass pay your tolls or never pass.
The river holds all my magical hue
listen carefully as it could be you.
wishful thinking as our planets evovles,
into what you ask? a set of knives and rusty spoons!!!!
Ill take your heart and bury along with arrows and eyes.
Destiny awaits I hold the key, mount your steed and run with me.
Not to fast not to slow face your fears and go for goal.
A system to break a story to tell your choice heaven or hell.
Imagination let your mind run free, a writing of choice turn the key.
Voices of concern scream danger awaits, invalid answer no man no haste.
( TRIP WIRES AND CORSETS)
(HOLD ON TIGHT DONT LET IT IN)
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"Destiny awaits I hold the key"
Nifty phrase here. Thanks for checking out my blog (tadam300.wordpress.com) and taking the time to leave a comment. I'll definitely be keeping an eye on yours.
Tom
Thanks tom, where do you get inspiration from for your writings. For me its just words that linger around my head most of it dont make sense.
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