PyramidPoetry

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When I’m stood on the world’s coil When black ink muddies the soil And the tarmac retracts back to hell Everything I knew and held Turns to a liquid glue Falling through, the holes in my hands But little clues clutch onto the skin like silly old blues And all those other tunes we use to listen to Laugh in my face like “ha look at you!” What am I to do? When I’m starin at the ceilin with a feeling, bleeding blue Can’t get through - to you I’m lookin straight through the moon Assuming the fumes will see me through Attuned to these runes sittin in my bluey room, dreamin Valhalla so I wanna set fire to this little log flume so I'mma groom the gloom Prune the loon, and muse the true Paint a pretty picture held together with golden glue Everythin’s gone thinner since skinner So I guess here’s my cue But even he’s a lil princess Talkin street interests and infest But what the fucks his home address? The lonely mess of loneliness a man and his broken chest and pride Travel through a token ride On a motion line, winding binds with the devil’s time The shells of the sky lay in a puddle muddled with grime and lies These are grimey times When ya jobless, godless and wodless, so ya birds fled the nest Your problems got problems and their kids won’t lay to rest This is far from the best - Situation you could be in The days are creepin in As the church bells sing The pages of ages, men’s plagues and rages caging the satan So don’t you fuck confess your sins.

Will you catch me? When I fall? Would you catch me In a leap of faith? When the teeth cave in When the grief saves me, Or will the reaper take my hand and guide me through a lake of metal?- Petals fall and colours change Kettles boil, oiling herbal cravings over verbal rages Icy exchanges plague pretty paintings But will you catch me? When I fall? Please, I need to know Would you catch me, in a leap of faith? When I stare straight into straight silver lines, Entwined with opaque makeup Like your eyes in the times when time was slower, Would you catch me? From my locomotive, From the chorus and choir Lining the line between something and everything Will you catch me? My old friend My cold trend Would you catch me, In a leap of faith? The orchestra approaches in plated coaches, The gravel travels Where I await my snow kiss. Will you catch me, In a leap of faith?

P.S : Read this to Clams Casino - Gorilla!

Love is instincts illusion The above is born from musings, Ruins stand bluey and confusing I’m fusing Confucius and bruising Choosing to use it as part of my movement Our paths felt aligned, but benign signs became outlined and now we stand on each side of the line Confined by our memories Assigned as enemies Reminded by each passing sentence In this book - so look Children’s stories darken like the part when hearts miss out on the ark Feelings become flooded When the blood that felt so good Could muddy the love we once carved - like wood When you stood there, carefully cared, and newly haired, stared scared and dared to lie about the guy inside Your world, who wasn’t me He wasn’t see A blossom frees the seed And dreams bleed from it’s leaves So I’m leaving our story Like you Weaving our glory Through The screaming silence The islands residing inside reminding minds to try and find the kind times, we were in time - and rhymed But now it tastes so sour - like lime Devotion like the motion of the ocean but now The tide’s subsided, And now I’m stood in the rain, eyes wide Looking at the stars The art of scars The part of Mars I wanna fast car to blast far Away and find me an LA Woman Ride the snake until your breaks break And the quake makes you feel naked This is sacred Hatred becomes dated Fate states dates appear in form But don’t conform to formulas The streets teach a young boy About the joy of forms in orchestra My soul’s not black and white like an orca I’ve done enough talking so I’m walking in this forest Looking for a place to rest The ebony elegy’s ended And the ribbon of space is splendid but the vibrant Violet threaded through these eyelets While the silent pilot’s smiling on this islet The fumes of the moon consumes this room when in bloom, I’m leaving, breathing, Breathing, leaving I’m free I’m free.

Flies lay broken on the floor Like black glass Memories dance Like the fast past the Silence of spirit Girls and their winnings Twirl in pink linen before the Violence sinks in and then Passes as the sirens ring Death sings in Angel wings, Man I'm sick of all these things Clinging on to false carvings When we're all starving Farming for industry It's alarming, this metal tree Has us hangin from it's arms you see Like in Mississippi Ebony legacy in the form of an elegy As the warm breeze sways the cold corpse delicately And this is our hubris, Anubis is awaiting his cue to guru us And guide our minds to the tides of trial All the while, we stay sterile, vile, viral or docile In a downwards spiral Looking up at a pile of lies and media files Like what's "Kanye calling that child!?"

Dreaming all day, keeps me awake I dream and I make.

Thanks so much! That really means a lot. I just felt it needed some tweaking and I also want to try and use it for something musically