dream of freedom ( or dream of feed em)
Posted: September 20th, 2013, 2:14 am
pearls in the gloom sky
the street walks with a limp
the voice come out from behind the corner
like a pirate moon from behind an island cloud
holding a lamp up to the unknown monument
the gaping sex of the whore in the dark alley
offered like an inscription on the royal tomb
the old musty book was open to the precise page
the words fall off the page like drunken reasons
for being
a great void in the middle of nothing yawns dawns
all the curses and cries of the grand questions
wander the endless night of the forbidden passions
lost in the sleep of the ages in the dream of freedom
the dreamer finds himself in a city of mirrors
with no reflection but the empty infinity staring back
the whore closes her white shapely legs at the end
as a flood of peacock eyes dress falls over her void
the street walks with a limp
the voice come out from behind the corner
like a pirate moon from behind an island cloud
holding a lamp up to the unknown monument
the gaping sex of the whore in the dark alley
offered like an inscription on the royal tomb
the old musty book was open to the precise page
the words fall off the page like drunken reasons
for being
a great void in the middle of nothing yawns dawns
all the curses and cries of the grand questions
wander the endless night of the forbidden passions
lost in the sleep of the ages in the dream of freedom
the dreamer finds himself in a city of mirrors
with no reflection but the empty infinity staring back
the whore closes her white shapely legs at the end
as a flood of peacock eyes dress falls over her void