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A LITTLE SPOKEN WORD FOR ALL YOU LOVERS OF FREE PROSE AND SCORES OF LIFE’S TRYIN’ ENDEAVOURS

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I Am A Passenger

As the water flows

The mystery shows

Dancing, As the wind blows

The Letters (The Red Letters) Around

This poisoned Ground

Making nothing not even and sound

The Train stops and sighs with smoke

Passengers Choke

On the words they spoke “I Am A Passenger, I Am A Passenger”

As you walk through the streets

Snapping your fingers to the beats

People looking…..oh so meek

Not knowing what they seek

The plane comes to a complete screech

on the pavement

Hands Held out…… For payment

Saying “I Am A Passenger, I Am A Passenger, I Am A Passenger”

Put here before us

To climb the hill

Put here before us

To spit the pill

Put here before us

To dance under the sill

Put here before us

Through this all

It was put here before us

this is all a dream

Everything is Portion

Everything in Motion

Everything beseeches Ocean

You lose everything on the oceans

After you drink the sirens potion

Taste her passion

As your blood starts roasting on your tongue

This is all a dream!

This is all a dream!!

This is all a dream!!!

You scream at the mirror!!!

Your lost on this big blue ocean

and cant find the motion in which way is up

Your tongue taste boasting

but your brain is all fuzzy notions

This is all a dream

This is all a dream

Blast off

The Blast from the past

a slight hue of green, flashed across the forest tips, tree roots dug to the sky

fast

I have all my pockets full of cash

to pay the cast

All the actors and actress that made the past so real

to the eyes and soul feel

Bend down to touch the life of so much more

then die in a sensation moor

castles and battering rams

ivory and rusty cans scattered on the tiles, slabs of sandstone and crushed bone

I cant call home, no phone

cant call thought, no time

sprinkle some thyme and all will taste delicious

and seems so priceless in space

Blast off

skeletons

its the ghost of 7 pasts
its the phantom of the grave
its the devil in the closet
and the skeleton will bring life fast
unto the naked eye
things happen in a time that is only seen because the shadows move the set
the stage is always rotating and evolving into a town, a seaside, a open field or a broken night mare of a scene that was only written about in a time when dragons ruled the earth and fire reigned into the volcanos.
the cascading boulders and stones throwing to the sins of man
the earth we fight to survive and strive into existence and history
people have lived before and died before
they have created before and destroyed before
they have fought on the the same bloody ground you fight on now
all before, before happened
Colours have changed to become vivid and dull fading into the epic background
surrounding the skies to see the seas and the tides waving to the stars and hiding the bubbles
that lead to the deep part of the universe
the unknown of what we thought was known
the blue that has now turned to black
sending in the nightmares the dreams and the stories of sailors survived the utter danger
that has been sent in by the tides of last days
in 7 pasts
the grave was empty
the closet was locked
and life was walking with more then skeleton on

Sincerely

sincerely
Listen to what I’m saying
every scene you will see is part, hand in hand with the seven seas
sweetly adrift in a swarm of sirens

a scorn to the chest and your entering the sirens nest confess to all this slander in scandal

surrounded by songs sung by the angels that we hear singing the song sung by king david
when he saw his siren in the shimmering light of the moon
as it shown down on her silhouette in a shine so bright
that the light stepped down and kneeled on her shoulders
Traveling the seven seas in search of sanctuary form the storm
with safety in sight with these scars on this ship
we all fall to the depths of the sea
find davy jones and hunt for this siren, scorn to slave hearts
striking lust into the stained hands of the sea
and find satan sitting on a stool signing the dotted line
so many times security failed
so I say ladies stay away
secretly seeking serpents sickness, slither sideways swaying silently and so far sneaky
scared sacred scenes, saw stayed stowed ships sink slowly shaking sirens singing songs of sad sighs, sights and sounds
(stop)
and with this sinister smile on the cheshire cats face
this silent cynical sermon will show the slightest advance of simplified systems of seduction

since time stopped of started
space and son have spun out of the surrounding surface and started a sirens solitude of solitary sentencing
stoop into a stew of scarf ice and searching for
some venom
some vices
snakes, serpents, smoke and smog
surround this space
slight of hand is slippery slimy and spoken in hush songs
some evil
some sin
sensual, sexual, skin, sex
single the sex in sinful satin
storing the subdued stories of scars
stained in the bed
starting to see the slight sight of light
searching for the sabre and signalling her to start slicing the seven sins
into a shattered mirror of society

Through concrete

& They will follow behind you, lead you astray

& You will dive into concrete, to secure the grave 

Broken, Broken Blades 

Stained in plane aspects 

Stained in Plain aspects 

from your hands 

Down with the ship 

Down with the stars 

Down with the scars 

Down with the ship 

The caption goes Down with the ship, Follow the current 

Waves, swirls. tides on strange seas, strange days 

Will stay, A lay 

With Broken, Broken Blades 

Stained hands 

Stained uniforms 

Stained gallows stands 

They will follow you through concrete, Down the hall to the grave 

The Endless Circle

Sirens 

Crafty Red handed, Angels of the depth of the heart 

Sirens 

A man’s soul mate, A life sucker towards the best part

Death 

A trophy for the strong and a shameful loss for the weak 

Death 

A humans existence to hide the meek 

Afterlife 

The black starless travel for the bleak 

Afterlife

A mindless Physical illusion for us to seek 

Life 

A place to only strive in limbo towards Death and Afterlife 

Life 

A palace for us to enjoy all the sirens seductive might 

 

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