My lonesome evening came to end
Now i must crawl and must pretend
My time's not spent
Du Garbo sent me box of brims
And as i feel too much esteemed
I see no dreams
While i'm sleeping
Hear me, see no dreams while sleeping
And there's doors of chorus that keeping
Laughter beneath my soul
My mornings are kissing with others
And cones me again on the telephone
Was it always like this
or just before
Words words words
Retorten salvaged souls
Fiend of pauper onyx glances
Low on drakkars without shields
Kickin and kicking and kickin
Invisible wall
There's no chance
Hear me love there's no chance
We'll be the same again
It seems like mine Ultima Ferria
Is here no more
Shores in a grand hotel
Of mother earth
Is praying to be full again
But there's no water
Fascinating temptating
Aquila with medicine spear
Promised me softest lie of his own
He lied me, sweet Ernie
He lied me double
I'm late on my Ultima Ferria
God,
got late on my Ultima Ferria
God,
i left luggage of words on my Ultima Ferria
Hey, Ernie!
Gimme boat, Ernieee!
Take me easy, Ernie.
Ice-cream colored sun
Melting down
You'll better take left, Ernie
Darkest purest wood
Is now one with the sky
Up
Up
Up
Up
wards
Wards crystal clear
Fluent as tears
They know How it is,
They tease
My sweet J' Hriste God, they KNOW
Where is my Ultima Ferria
"Warden, shaking sweet, politely
Sun impending through unquietly
Hear my distant call!
Take my rug if you got frozen
Silence yours is nix but poison
Speak without gall!"
"Yours Ultima Ferria near
While we talking in Snakespeare
Wait a minute, that's unclear
More like Edgar Poe"
"Where it is? Tell more precisely
Is it swimming to the island
Or on mountains cruel climbing
Funny meter tho'"
"No"
And so
They were alone in sea
Pardon, in ocean
Streams smelling sweetly aggressive
Like early death
Unbeatable stream
(It's dark wherein)
Solid like frequently forgotten word
Forgotten with a cause
Old as a bargain
With inner demon
Why you silent, Ernie?
You in hurry, Ernie?
Take a timing, Ernie.
Their
lair is close
I suppose
And there
where
we'll catch my Ultima Ferria
And we will come back
And we will come back
And we will come back
And we will come bac
And we will come ba
And we will come b
And we will come
- Author: Sibo Con Baj (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 30th, 2021 02:00
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 23
Comments1
'My mornings are kissing with others
And cones me again on the telephone
Was it always like this
or just before
Words words words
Retorten salvaged souls'
nothing wrong with letting our artistry traverse surrealism's realms,
in search of answers to that inevitability Void, of our shared futures..
(an intriguing read, thanks for sharing)
Thanks for reading!)
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