I didn't forget about you, my loyal subjects (if I may so boldly refer to you in that way). I don't have much to say today. Christmas is right around the corner, and I am finally getting in the mood. Although much shopping still lies ahead of me. I feel like getting even more personal with this entry and allowing passage into something I wrote not long ago about the storm and the aftermath. Strictly from my own convoluted digressions of thought processes. That is all...
Pianos dance as ghosts sink in waters of oceanic tides
silhouettes speak suddenly into flames of distant heat
glistening shores have forsaken, thus speaking in drumbeats
forbidden lyrics change life forever, pulled off course
ropes dangle beneath drips of hard earned rest
lost is only inevitable if you relay blame on unforgiven
pick up the flame, pretend life is still a smoke stack worth burning
destroy desperation in a breath of curling green smoke
try not to blame those who have yet to be forgiven
struggle with this and the clouds move in like a chorus
foundations balance on century old strength and new dawns
hound's tooth tiki torches dance with red earth
digging claws rest in curled up abandonment sung to sleep by history
we sold our souls for opportunities of rebirth masked
sullen faces bled by heartbeats stricken with potential
dawn whispers death into thoughts of resurrection
rising kings conquer demons with a kiss, lips drenched in distant choice
pretend to stand on two feet, sink your toes into island politics
discover storms that dance on sandbar attitudes suspended by greed
platforms once raised with sticks carry ghosts with silent footsteps.
Pianos dance as ghosts sink in waters of oceanic tides
silhouettes speak suddenly into flames of distant heat
glistening shores have forsaken, thus speaking in drumbeats
forbidden lyrics change life forever, pulled off course
ropes dangle beneath drips of hard earned rest
lost is only inevitable if you relay blame on unforgiven
pick up the flame, pretend life is still a smoke stack worth burning
destroy desperation in a breath of curling green smoke
try not to blame those who have yet to be forgiven
struggle with this and the clouds move in like a chorus
foundations balance on century old strength and new dawns
hound's tooth tiki torches dance with red earth
digging claws rest in curled up abandonment sung to sleep by history
we sold our souls for opportunities of rebirth masked
sullen faces bled by heartbeats stricken with potential
dawn whispers death into thoughts of resurrection
rising kings conquer demons with a kiss, lips drenched in distant choice
pretend to stand on two feet, sink your toes into island politics
discover storms that dance on sandbar attitudes suspended by greed
platforms once raised with sticks carry ghosts with silent footsteps.










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