Radiant static drifts from the radioactive aura of the television.
Diminishing my pupils to pinholes of perception.
Bleeding the captions of the ten o'clock news with the dreams of death i see forthcoming.
War...War...War
Blah blah Blah...
Buy your American flags and your "Fuck Muslim" Bumper Stickers...
Layers of reality melt away as the hours count away like minutes.
Infomercials cloud the path of perception.
Breaking concentration into small fragments of space and time.
Spilling the contents of human comprehention all over the surrounding landscape.
Blood streaming through my veins relaying communication acro
A tale under the Olive Tree by everytimeidie, literature
Literature
A tale under the Olive Tree
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They swarm in fleets of five to one.
Static filled nova of consumption.
Wings of silver and gold carry them across horizon to horizon.
"Give , Give" they cry from hights above the blue sky.
Like a plague as black as night.
Consuming the harvest moon beginning the first plight.
Dead presidents.
Green paper-back negotiations.
Lies founded on truth.
Buying the lives of those who bleed the lands.
Who sweat the yernings of small reward.
But They will not rest.
Hungry for material gain.
With that tie and suit that could never hide the entity within.
Swarm
Swarm
Swarm
They have picked the fields dr
REMEMBERING
Watching the water roll from one small
Rocky ledge
Down to another
And listening to its voice
Bubble silently up
From the depths of the earth
Making me feel like I have a place in the world
For once in my fifteen years.
Listen to the sound
Of wind in aspen trees -
Lightly brushed by the golden paint of fall
And holding you so gently
Against a grassy mountainside.
A spider coils a web between two branches,
Spinning a tale of ancestors\' chanting
With a deafening silence
To a Goddess that seems
To have been forgotten.
Feel the rhythm
(such an ancient drumbeat, more
Like an echo than a sound)
Of the Earth po
Radiant static drifts from the radioactive aura of the television.
Diminishing my pupils to pinholes of perception.
Bleeding the captions of the ten o'clock news with the dreams of death i see forthcoming.
War...War...War
Blah blah Blah...
Buy your American flags and your "Fuck Muslim" Bumper Stickers...
Layers of reality melt away as the hours count away like minutes.
Infomercials cloud the path of perception.
Breaking concentration into small fragments of space and time.
Spilling the contents of human comprehention all over the surrounding landscape.
Blood streaming through my veins relaying communication acro
Ive been kinda busy with the band and Workin on this fucking Mr. Roboto Cover - If you anybody wants to drop me a line ill gradly write something.. just let me know