I am Lionasoarus, the mythical beast amongst the whispers in the trees.
Holding Up the right side w/ yall right mind.. yall all my fella PeliCans in flight.
Once a week I tune into a specific channel and translate it into the written word. Life's lessons and blessings, stresses and questions I'll be addressing with the message.
Follow me and don't lose your grip. I'll help take you out of that ditch all the way to the mountain's tip.
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Indeed, Mr. Dare! "They Key" is now up and ready to inspire the masses.
I look forward to this projection and reception procession.
Onward!
:D
Welcome to the boards.
You're holding too tight
and its growing mold.
It's showing through the night,
despite your plight,
that you're growing cold.
You're holding too tight,
sitting there on the ground.
No glow of the Light,
sight never in flight,
fitting snares just to be found.
You're holding too tight
and you're dying, face it.
Dying trying to replace this
grime.
Vying for the timing that the high beams
shine
on the feeling of healing.
You're holding too tight.
"The Dissolution" Forum ---> The Arts ---> Letters
The beach's within reach..
sand between the toes of our feet.
"Hey, you wanna drink?!"
echoes as we slow to know who goes
where we dare to think.
"Oh hey there!" you wink,
exclaim, strain,
and reach for the stars in a heartfelt wave.
Looking to a 3rd floor
puts the sun in our eyes,
but we are hooked, a thirst for more
follow the fun.
It'll be alright.
"You down?" I hear you say
as we creep beneath the shade.
And by your tone I should have known
that no one agrees to a mistake...
but before I could respond,
the door flings and I'm alarmed.
Behind him there's a wall
with a head sized hole.
I try to pretend there's call
on my pretend sized phone,
but you,
my friend,
decide to go
into the Music.
"The Stockbroker" Forum---> The Arts ---> Letters