Simple World : Lucky Star

As the fumes bubble through the air, the music was just ripe and ready for the night. Giving back was never a hard thing, but the distance that was to be reached was everlasting. Further and further the bells rang, tomorrow never seemed far away. That point you have always dreamed of is here, waiting for you take hold. Break your soul and drink mortality. All you stand for holds no ground in this place of madness. The bridge is shaking and trembling, fear is no longer a choice. Walk away and it’s gone forever. Four seasons past, and you’re back to your roots. With a case full of identifications, you’re born afresh and anew, subject to the laws of covered deceit.

All I have is you, my words on screen, fonts describing my path. Since school is over for me, I’m left with a bag of passion, to fulfill those hard string dreams. Click – click, the fire that died in the morning of your demise is back, here again, re-ignited with a new name, calling you to see that no matter how much your drift, you can never hide from the bright rays of the sun. So stop been a buzz kill, pick your own road and walk that distance. The flames will surely be hot but in it burn till you become one with your calling. Never a wrong when you go with what’s in you. Free your mind, become limitless, and choose immortality. For the unknown is what becomes known when one dares to give it a name.

What do you fear? Those voices you seek refuse to be sought, so raise up with courage and go your own way. It can only be one, unique, splendid, weird, different, that’s your own chapter. It is written that to become one, you have to implode first and then all that comes out is you: pure you. The mind has been caged, locked away, a slave to another, so understand the world will never be understood. All one can do is explore the gifts, tokens which has been left for us to find. The pirates left their treasure in the island of cursed sirens for a reason. They wanted immortality, their names sang in hymns and books. Choirs dressed in white singing in a unison pitch all praising those men who refused the fear of other men.

Those of them you cannot count have their own cowries to share, but the few you have must be treasured and shown why they deserve to be with you. You have blinked, four seasons are gone, so leave it be and move on to the next rainy times. It’s hard to go on without a package of love strung on your side but to be emotionless means having, then giving away all emotions. To receive, you must dance to master the moves of the rhythm.

Words, words but all I want is to stop speeding and lose myself to dance. In time, the sounds become coherent. Life is moving, but remember it’s your life, you have the choice to stop the clock for a little dance. Be conformed and you will die lacking bravery. To bring a new flavor, first you must first taste peach to know your balance. Hang up the grief, its old my dear friend. It’s your own, forever yours. Make a name by going where you want to go. You know it, you were never destined to be a follower. You exist to break free and make people see those other hidden touches. Those ones that have been locked away in the garden of secrets. You have been there, that forgotten place no one dares ventures to. They might be a tourist, but you are a native, chosen to show everyone we all can exist without boundaries. You exist to show that life is not a cage to be trapped in. We are here existing to exalt every goodness we might find remaining. That’s why your voice is like no other. Weird, it is. But until a name is found, carry that bag for only you can know the weight it holds. If tomorrow comes and it’s unfamiliar, know you are in the right track. Just so you know suffering, hunger, pain are all part of the deal: the complete gift. To be balanced you might have to taste sand before the sugar. Even after the blisters, you might find out that sugar was not all that. The answer, that one thing that keeps you moving, that one thing that holds together your passion is nothing other than the real touch from love.

Simple World Part II

And like that, he stood up and watched all eyes turned to him. Intimidated by the stares, he tried to create leeway through the crowd. The squishing got tighter by each movement. His suit was painted in red attracting those without colors to him.
He had to find another place, he thought. As he went into solace, he found the new sound, music it was, but unfamiliar; the birth of a new muse. The speculation was that the man in red had returned from the unknown. He had been elevated by the new muse to above and beyond plain ground.
The element had been made and a name was required. The power to create a space, a world, a lane, or a chassis is there for all to grasp. Still do what you think of. This is not a message from the hungry pulpit. The driven make those who taste bitter cringe until all they have left is to turn right and chew away: sweet sonic. Harsh reality, time passed quickly and he became the living evidence. A wide range to cover and conquer. Brace for the birth of Cocoa Sola.
How can you understand when you think time goes by the ways of the watch? Keep hold but free loose. Of course, the ground shook when the aliens came to earth. Foreigners of some kind, they enlightened those who choose to look with their already acquired powers. The aliens did not call it power, but as usual, folks can never phantom the light beyond the wires.
Their cars crashed on the covers that protect those from their own nightmares. Hovering in a singular pattern. Resonating uncalculated sounds. Those who remembered came out and spoke freely to the unhinged figures. The mind most lost could have been preventable if only the saying became a living proof.
The people saw forward and back without living here and there. The new anthem is: Real is fear. The description is in the lessons not the flowing down of necks. The taste is strong when the garnishing is left to those who refuse sweetness. Mixing chemicals failed the professor so he threw away all he had worked for. It rained and he wished for her to be here with him.
The girl was a sting, a second after. Drifting quietly inwards, the incitation chants rang deep till the dreams of a Lion was fully told. Now onto ink and matta.
Swollen Intermission, red eyes. Yes they know you now, fully blooded they call him. Always painted, they pointed. Agreed, but my infinite vision is beyond you definite thinking. Growth by each word; powers born to rage full in bright red.
My Arrival; hence the mission to bring a new world in this green and already recycled world.
Residing tide, reincarnated man
The suit lasted and lasted till it became pale in red. The origins of the man in red. Bathed with elevation, he was lifted with many more in-nights.

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Simple World

The water rose till the glass that held it in broke into smaller pieces. The current had exploded and those caught in the waves were left to curse their luck. The lucky ones stared hard, and without any reason they let loose of vile words and curses. They threw their offense at the wounded ones without an offer to help. “Why should we?” Some of them questioned. “These filthy souls asked for the dirt.”

So the pain again receives no answers. The turmoil most mirrors suffer; always receiving accusing stares from the unassuming onlooker. Out of body, without hesitation the particle of mind will find its source. Believe it or not, the same goes for those who wish to drink from the fountain others reject.

No money to ask for a date. The broke man will use the words of strength or the strength in words to reach the heart of the red star. Never question the moth who buzzes close to the flame without papers. The sign says out but the arrow puts inwards. Laziness might be a disease but hard-work is hardly infectious.

The walk of confidence shows discipline and the slash of an angry man shouts victorious. Remember, the soul will cry but the body will remain for a week or so. The demands of the hardly-working man causes the less-able to always stay in comfortability. No wrong, as long as your own way works.

The embrace from the screams of the never visited place called Venetian. The lung dries up from always saying what the bucket can handle. There! Nothing is left for this part, so onto another.

Coincidentally, the day came with full force; blazing bright. The flight to the top of the happy rhymes was rejected by those who feared the stars. The light all hope to find is in the darkness that most fear to live in. No one fears the cloud-dust up high, but we all fear the shadow, whose only desire is to reveal the unknown.

Though my dream ends here, I still have nightmares bright in the day. The advice is to go to that place where rejection came in abundance. Unlike what they say, the lessons in life is abundant and very unapparent. In darkness, we must first find that tunnel and then maybe later the light. And to think, life was so simple back then when peaches were extremely delicious.

My dreams though.