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Name:
pete
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Age:
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About Me:
sombre was i to be not by your side,
torniques of sorrow that know no tomorrow.
Winds of change and towers of shame,
friendships abound in a history full of sound.
Till all around hidden by a shroud,
protected by the sound.
Those verberations that astound,
My arms to keep you safe to graciously follow
in your step with walls of water and
shadows of pain were we not all insane and wasn't the soil
wrapped up in foil, the mud it sweeps
those grains of sand to carry away your name
in gales full of life was it nothing but
a moments strife to reach out into the night
to beg you for more when more is but a dream
inside those powerful thrusts to the times
that adapt to your lure ive been graced
and inside those walls was a melody full
of holes.
In a faraway place where lovers embrace. so its the sorceress that screams but to you it was but a dream.
I look up at the skies and you come before me like a sweet surprise you touch my soul to wake me till im old to sooth my nerves and winch me away to play some more from once we came to surrender in your arms and feel your broken charms.
im really untenable and my tenement belongs to the cluster of the deep was it ever just meek and how i toiled in lusts of oil to never devour a crate full of smoking salmon was but a taste of things to come till a shower cleansed our souls and one by one were we ever to unfold and like crayons in the sky i searched far and wide to have your raspberries by my side :-)
What is it you want from me,
is it something that you cannot see,
is it something that will make you fall apart
or does it make you fly as if to climb
the dreaded course that lays before the sweeping plains, the precipitous falls and the mighty scores, where the rocks they turn to the winds they burn.
What is their to hear, what is their to taste, when all is said and done was but a blister in the sun, laughing to be done, how dare it turn undone. a wasted night was it said, a fairytale to mend the dead. a liverwurst come back to haunt the worst, in between i fell into the silent dream, would you take with me a pasture of trees and flowing streams.
the throwaways are but stowaways and in a fit of anger i found a lifeless dangler who showers me with derision and is a source of much frustration to keep me in a cell till im withered and sore as hell..
love is like a fire that has no end, it sears throught the sinews of your heart and breaks you down till you cant see the birds from the trees, all you can see is the past, to look ahead becomes a blur, without a star to guide you thier can be no peace from your wretched soul. Ive lived and ive died all at the same time.. Ive left behind my taro to climb and with eyes that no longer see will forever accompany me.
Hometown:
melbourne
Country:
Australia
Movies:
TROY
Music:
THE ANGELS
Books:
The anarchist cookbook
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