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Saturday, November 04, 2006
03:35
hey mystery. [number two.]i feel de need to tell,
all de heart i have to ride.
hey mystery, you coming soon..?hey mystery. [number one.]
i recumbent on my private shoal,
a shoal luxuriant of de serenity i long desire,
deeply i am pensive of de much less mediocrity i succumb to,
my breathing screws its rhythm each time de peak gets too much to handle,
my heart weakens each time de leaves begin to wither,
my body loses its strength each time de carpet bums out its will to fly,
my hands shake each time de tree of us loses its vitality.
05, 11, 13, 19, 29, numbers run and mount.
but what de hell for?
tuesday, wednesday, friday, sunday, monday, days past and age.
but what de hell for?
finish panting and let all flow.
no run, no exhausts.
no past, no desolations.
for all bloom have faded.
for all glow have faded.
for all joy have faded.
my breathing captures its rhythm each time de peak gets too good to miss,
my heart invigorates each time de leaves begin to grow,
my body gains its pow each time de carpet loads up its will to fly,
my hands steady each time de tree of us rejuvenates.
i end my recumbence on my private shoal,
a shoal luxuriant of de serenity i long desire,
deeply i am pensive of de much less mediocrity i had succumbed to.
but from up here, its all gleetzly with glitter.
hey mystery, turn up de heat and we shall have another ride.
:)
Sunday, August 20, 2006 at 19:24
: from friendster blog entry.
