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I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off
I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on
I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on
The christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top
I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds
For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky

I wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for me
I wish I was as fortunate, as fortunate as me
I wish I was a messenger and all the news was good
I wish I was the full moon shining off a camaros hood

I wish I was an alien at home behind the sun
I wish I was the souvenir you kept your house key on
I wish I was the pedal brake that you depended on
I wish I was the verb to trust and never let you down

I wish I was a radio song, the one that you turned up

Unsheathing

I was dawning ramblings of thoughts left and right. Pertaining the audible glance of the unearthed glee that is my monday foot.
The so called anguish of one’s deranged assumptions can actually twist the whole thing and make it sound so bad and ludicrous.
My one liner apprehensions are better yet enraging to make it culpable. Someday my transcending anomalies will guide me to its undeniable betrayal.
I know that my thoughts are misquoted and clustered to a point where no one won’t even dare to organize. In a society where uncertainties draws blood, full of assumptions that everything can be put in order according to the norms.
If only I could say and mean every word that comes from my slithering unwavering tongue, I could be somewhere right now doing my own thing satisfying every angle of my sick and abrasively dwindling soul.

Soon…..

Classic Hype

It’s been a long time to fondle grace
Submissive minds are reckless to the bones
Forsaking thoughts of glee lust and gust 
Impressions are key to withstand guilt

You are a blank of guile
Creating a few strands of pessimistic glance
 Suffice the norms of congruity 
Interject lame possibility

Hyper critical of the norm
Basing Judgement on a pale glass 
Toxins of the pervasive anxious realm
Cradle the black path of obscurity

Funny

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Absolutely nothing is changed…

I commence the early days of fiction
Making things endearing for a while
Creep out melancholy as if there were none
Shout and falter to what not.

Parity

Clench this thoughtful tone, to the bone.
The horde hides underneath to its false intentions.
Silence will create necessities one way or another.
Breathing hard to break free, to know the real parity.

I’ll be on this side, do your own thing.
It was just too ambitious, she wasn’t that open.
Unsure, blinded, unstable and dead.
Seeking faith to find reality, never on equality.

So I want to get in line in your unparalleled grace.
I will heave harder to be on the side which you were on.
To part ways is not an option, we’re not here for good and evil.
We are here to equalize love and hate.

Waiting to break the parity…….

Could this be Optional?

Sometimes it’s very unusual for me to tackle songs from the black mountain.
Nevermore believing on the truce that comes before me and my own alleged notion.
Containing the verge of unknowingly alleged perception of kindness.
The odds are much disturbing than it looks like.

I wish, Oh I wish I could be more sober soon.
The antique dwindling of thoughts reminds me of felony.
Does this pervasive argument will last long than it should be?
I doubt you’ll drink the water from my hand.

Other than making something out of nothing.
it isn’t enough that you will justify the concordance of things.
How shallow can you be? Not to mention how dense can you be?
Perhaps it was definitely a mindless trigger of convictions.

Prior to what was being said you can either do it or just suck it in for awhile…….

Perhaps It was a mistake

I usually crave for things that were supposed to be realistic.
But I’m pretty aware that at any given scenario or point it will break down hard.
It’s complacent to think about it sometimes, arguing virtual premises that leads nowhere.
The augmented scenes were plainly editable, or it was just meant to be undermined.

The ordeal of getting away from it is a pain.
Thinking of the most diplomatic way to escape.
Perhaps I’m losing my touch and those assumptions were never bleak.
Spinning resolutions, fornicated temperament, and the thoughts that doesn’t  make sense.

Oh Yeah It was definitely a Mistake……

A Complacent Choice

Time relinquish every inch of fornicated thought you could come up.
Reasons to no avail makes it more interesting in the long run.
Forever It will stay arbitrary, ironic yet it’s plausible on the minds of the few.
Another day another percentage of hope lingers on.

Hymns of theories subsides as the shadow of pride collide with the unknown.
Understanding where it will lead is like counting binary codes in a laid out sheet of treason.
Concurring the hopes of children a new.
Apparently the future has already been written down with the changes passing by.

And then you emerged like a bloom of perceived beauty.
I thought I wouldn’t find the candle of thought to light your name.
It was written up high in the book of tranquility.
A complacent choice indubitably.

Under a Shining Object

How do I pass it? I mean the relevant issues that needed to be tackled?
Out of desecrating notion it just happened.