Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Gliding Pariahs

On a road to the secret mountains, off the shoots of civilization where only gods speak the distant sounds.

Fire ablaze the sky, while wind withdraws the line time to rolla joint with the striking light.

Monkeys in the eardrum jumping with joy, butterflies in chest thumping with ploy.

Couldn't care less for those left barren meadows, but only those shining misty eyes waiting for me...........

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