Debbie Deb..

When I hear music

This song is the shit.

Who will play Host.

Acting as infant, humans began to crawl the rather odd terrestrial terrain
Cold and motionless like seashells gently pressed against the wet sand
caked creases of footsteps mere footprints locked tight tattooing the new earths core crusted land

Confused hands mold what appears to be light, the sun?

Rings reveal red roses cloaked in what used to be Air
Simply floating in the winds abyss
Swarming in different directions
all has been lost
All of old earth has been lost.

And the realm of New Earth has begun
Confusions of what might have become of the sky
and stars
Triggered emotions in the eyes of most

The recurring question of
who will play earths Host
troubled New earths Humans
since God, or gods were of Old Earth

Who will play Host
Who will play Host??

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Old earth

Old Earth blew me kisses, yet still i thirst for her lips
Dreams no longer dance in my head,
no more fantasies for my optical curves to manifest
Ideologies rest, nested in the creases of lost children's chest
Hearts, broken and teased, torn out and thieved, left lifeless with no pump of circulation or lust
no love
no air to breathe
most colors fly free, soaring through the sky like rainbows for birds to caress

If 6 was 9

“Fall mountains, just don’t fall on me, Board on business man, you cant dress like me.I got my own life to live
Im the one thats gunna die, when it time for me to die.
So let me live my life, The way I want to”
Let me smoke my herb in peace
this is in fact is my reality, you cant escape it, don’t misread the cause for my crave
I’m no mind slave
I have an extra gene latched in my DNA,
a bite of curiosity,just a taste
exploring new time zones and the velocity of climates unknown
a dweller in the devils path
extreme beings attract the clicks conflicted in my optical path
I’m in love with a man from the past
and by the past i mean a different time
ages older, soul deceased, man of mine
but his gift cuts deeper then a vampires teeth
in fact he used his teeth a lot
Transferring quiver shocks through the hormones inside me
wishing I was his guitar
Indescribable
He had these hands,composed of magic, made to make love to his guitar, sending me to electric lady land. And we made castles in the sand, concluding that they eventually fall into the sea
slipping away from their creators reach, keeping him in my security breech
I think its possible for two souls created in different times to complete each other,
It makes me want to cry, because it hurts so bad
why did this divine creator make it so we couldn't cross paths
In your world i belong, and one day, I’ll come along
Call me crazy I don’t care
Tease me laugh, and stare
If 6 was 9 he would be mine
“Fall mountains, just don’t fall on me
Board on business man, you cant dress like me
I got my own life to live
Im the one thats gunna die, when it time for me to die
So let me live my life, The way I want to”

Just sitting there

Just sitting there, looking straight ahead of me. At what, to that I have no clue, the wall, the mirror those pictures? I'm listening, to the silence as my heart beats in my ears. Of course time keeps moving, but I'm just sitting here, constant. Nothings changed, except its now dark outside, I swear the sun was still out like 3 seconds ago. Everything now-a-days is a bore. Life's simply a bore. Or maybe I'm the boring one, after all I'm still sitting here. I've ran out of thoughts, I lost motivation, because this life is a bore. And yet again Im still just sitting there.