Monday, August 16, 2010

Feel the flow

Feel the flow,
Bash in the wound,
let me be free,
forken roads,
upon the crest of a solemn ambient hill,
A chime upon the landscape

As before, whatever popped into my head. Forken isn't a word, but it was what came out of my mind's voice.  I figure it to be some sort of past tense of forking. Roads that were made to fork? I don't really know.  I apply the meaning afterwards.

Sir?

Sir?
Could you please smile
at the Crocodile?
If you don't, it will eat your soul...

Again, I just streamed randomness from my head.  I don't really know what I was imagining here.  I imagined the Crocodile as some sort of godfather-like (as in boss with a disregard for law) being. And this is his servant or underling speaking for him.

Apoplexic Infinitudes

Apoplexic Infinitudes
Staring into the eyes
of voracity
Mocking the angel
kissing the bird
fighting the fear
We NEED to be heard...

I wrote whatever phrases and words popped into my head.  There is no meaning here, just the sounds of words.