donderdag 17 mei 2012


I can hear the rumblings of a tempest

Lost dreams trying to be tamed

But wild dreams cannot be leashed

Restrained will only evoke

pandemonium and utter bliss


I can hear the gravy train being grinded to a halt

It tastes sweeter than the sweetest lollipop

My oh my

Forced currency does the dead drop


I sense an overture:

After the sweet taste of failure

The better dreams can be realised

Cut off the despots that are not your kind


Jezebel derail the train and grasp lurking epiphanies

Deeper meanings:

I don’t know this

What I do know is that my yearnings
are completed with the acceptance of the first kiss

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