WRITTEN BY BRANDON JAMES AND HASTYWORDS
I spent the day searching
For a smile painted landscape
A sun for me to embrace
A moon to love my shadow
Or a man with a horse
Cursing the church bells for sport
To my devices, using side doors and stairs
I spent the night stirring and combing my hair
Random musings wrote themselves
Sprawled across old brick walls
Stepping stones lined hallways
Trapping piranha’s in molten walkways
And we waltzed Among Sirens
Flew To Pelops, killed a Cyclopse
And set quiet to a storm
We spoke of Milton: Paradiso: Divine
We forged stories upon rock walls
Using iron will and imaginations draw
We sat around campsites and firefights
Watching humanity cling to dreams at night
Like a widow to a hairdo frayed
Given the Humidity that mourning
Makes a speech about excuses
Foregoing Lucky’s Motorcade
Falling from a universe built on words
The stories unfolded naturally over time
One right after the other upon wrinkled flesh
Until the only story left was that of our demise
Rightly so, So what?
So sorely wretched
Is our starry gaze
Arrest, we all…… Lest we fall
Nice! I really loved this, you did a great job!
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Brilliant. So many favourite lines in this I cannot narrow it down, just loads of great images and fun use of words;
“Stepping stones lined hallways
Trapping piranha’s in molten walkways”
Fantastic.
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Omg, this is fabulous .. but your portrait above is STUNNING!! Wow hasty .. you’re such a beauty .. inside and out.
XO
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Careful I might ask u to marry me. Xoxo
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Awe .. I might say yes!!! Xo
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Nice!!! Who are these fantastic authors?
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Reblogged this on Brandon James' Cold English.
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This is nice.
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Superb…
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