POETIC ISOLATION
Its not poetic he meant, its 'profectic'
to be understood you can forget it, Oh
but better accept it, you cannot change
friends few but thoughts are strange
bizarre bizarre im out in hills
nothing around but silent chills
I felt the spills inside the life
voices low with reverent awes, awe!
this is not wine or drunkards dreams
you pray its dreams or so it seems
the way you are and cannot change
call it trouble, moody old scenes
All in the dirt, cold and hard
floating into worlds of dreamy stars.
Changes changes going through changes
making peace with self I fight, fight
and the struggle lasts throughout the night
its not a beard that makes me what I am
but thoughts so weird, imaginations feared
cause the seasons shifted now Im drifted
soul to sigh, the paper ground dry,
I isolate myself and dont know why
the well is empty, where rain was plenty
the sky is lonely, am I the only?
My poetic isolation got me stationed
talking to myself-solitary conversations
here we go again-emotional rotations
words of blessings- artistic creations
Fallen on rocks where deserts are many
where is me with power to help thee
Inspiration flew like birds in a tree
fuel was up now down like economies
fermented wine with loss of time
I sit alone inside my home
or a cave, a grave, a wilderness slave
Im drained, im drained, repair me now.
the hand above does take a bow
my engine changed all screws and bolts
no oil remains, old clothes with stains
new oil to come, when hands are done
cause im a son a patient one
a brand new me purification come
Let the rain fall down and make me feel
warm warm dreams of heavenly themes
feeling different is never what seems
isolation roams the night like a thief
to rob and steal sanity appeal
My thoughts before I never could reveal
but in the begining when time was real
and what is real is not what you see
reverse the order and let things be
my fear to fly is time going by
down from high, the legend of the fall
cause nothing is perfect that feels perfect
defying the rules -a price to pay
or just obey than go astray
Mythical_Poetic@artist
draft 1
Its not poetic he meant, its 'profectic'
to be understood you can forget it, Oh
but better accept it, you cannot change
friends few but thoughts are strange
bizarre bizarre im out in hills
nothing around but silent chills
I felt the spills inside the life
voices low with reverent awes, awe!
this is not wine or drunkards dreams
you pray its dreams or so it seems
the way you are and cannot change
call it trouble, moody old scenes
All in the dirt, cold and hard
floating into worlds of dreamy stars.
Changes changes going through changes
making peace with self I fight, fight
and the struggle lasts throughout the night
its not a beard that makes me what I am
but thoughts so weird, imaginations feared
cause the seasons shifted now Im drifted
soul to sigh, the paper ground dry,
I isolate myself and dont know why
the well is empty, where rain was plenty
the sky is lonely, am I the only?
My poetic isolation got me stationed
talking to myself-solitary conversations
here we go again-emotional rotations
words of blessings- artistic creations
Fallen on rocks where deserts are many
where is me with power to help thee
Inspiration flew like birds in a tree
fuel was up now down like economies
fermented wine with loss of time
I sit alone inside my home
or a cave, a grave, a wilderness slave
Im drained, im drained, repair me now.
the hand above does take a bow
my engine changed all screws and bolts
no oil remains, old clothes with stains
new oil to come, when hands are done
cause im a son a patient one
a brand new me purification come
Let the rain fall down and make me feel
warm warm dreams of heavenly themes
feeling different is never what seems
isolation roams the night like a thief
to rob and steal sanity appeal
My thoughts before I never could reveal
but in the begining when time was real
and what is real is not what you see
reverse the order and let things be
my fear to fly is time going by
down from high, the legend of the fall
cause nothing is perfect that feels perfect
defying the rules -a price to pay
or just obey than go astray
Mythical_Poetic@artist
draft 1
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