All passing
Is ours
Forever
From hand to hand
We pass the cup of eternal life
And you’ll know it well then
You’ll know then, it’ll live forever
Lay down a piece of heart
Of truth
Never dying in the game of death and rebirth

∆ Neural Alchemist | Self-mythologist ∆


One hundred lo lee years
is a trusted risk
diminished too quick
teasing taste of bliss
Bless I am on finger spawn
Electric trenches bathing my cervical
Back and fold I’m a circus; locomotive
Freedom brings Casanova, baby mothers, and virgin wings
Spirals of the world most foul
Dancing wolves who often howl
Fragile Fields
speck of dust
seven dead stars
bright on earth
tough enough
dangerous
native fields
of rainbows
of blue lotus
sirens of the womb
being of severed sea
shifting soon as wonders of the world
as little sweet girls
forming fields and seven hills
fragile Fields
a fearful yield
I agree
A prey in the belly of the beast
A wolf in sheep’s clothing
Nature vs. nurture
Both I guess
It all
she said
Wanting him to see
She was everything
The birds and the bees
Make believe
A bear and the cave
His giving when the giving got saved
Gazing into him
Mesmorized by deep brown eyes
Warmth bridged our souls
In those deep brown eyes, a foreign language
I found a reflection of myself
A dance of identities intertwined
Our bloodline meeting in a strangers glance
Both captive and captivated
We read our stories, our selves, together