Thursday, February 16, 2012

Star Mash

Waiting for the first stone to be thrown is the long time in waiting...cold.. alone in shifting silence with eyes made of knives slicing the air like warm flesh on a block of stone.....stand in the chill air grasp hold of the nearest star in sight ....run away inside to the moon glimmer in winter... Beam shine the smiles in memories to melt away the pains of all the judgement they cast upon you...Its going to be OK...for tomorrow will still come...hidden away within the sunshine are the warm waters of absolution and utopia....
Castles in the sky rest upon the sacrifice of the loved ones that came before...that came and stood upon the heads of the many snakes and shadows of the yesteryear filled with smoke and ash...
Belittled and befuddlement are the thoughtless and careless as their words fall of the skin of the innocent and weary...
Worries are for the weak willed ready to die...
Stars in hand quasar tilted trip the milky way in the left side of my brain above and beyond these petty things anyone can rise above and mingle with the celestial....
carry on...