RouGeWriTeR: the sound of my heart beats an off tune note sometimes I dig deep seek out the place in me lost... words have a way of trickling thru like a pore it seeps my saturated dreams marked with scars intact no cause for alarm I've managed to stitch myself together... this is the part where I break down the door with a love poem out of left field... I've been to museums I've seen paintings of lovers I've read many books admired sonnets of muses... & here I am in tha middle of your whirlwind like smack boom back I've got to have me some of that I want to meet you at the edge of a sea turbulent & calm under a grey sky & crash in with the high tides blue storms ignite in your pirate eyes while my hands feel tha grit of the sand on your sun scorched skin I don't really know where to begin but I admit I might steal a boat or hijack a plane just so I can get close to you just to know if your heart beats... rhythms & sounds to the contoured edge of my skin to the quiet melody of my poetry kiss... Rebeltarmac: blue storms blue eyes and blue skies the wind blows her tune across the oceans i find myself in transients melodies or aboard her words as parallel destinies intertwine the electric density a frozen eden a deleted scene from a movie a dream seen in the sky intense my heart dances the earth in trance rivers that speak to me know well her voice lifting me like the veil of the night into morning. RouGeWriTeR: his voice cracks thru inert rocks like magma I'm driftin his scatterred continent fossilized... his hand left an imprint lifetimes ago on my heart... excavated from tha scene of a doomed lovers death.. only to find him again sacred bonez intact golden coins my palms once placed on his sad muse eyes golden & brown sorrowful... my love buried under gentle butterfly soils of his loose array & fragmented wings creating new evolved species of lullaby petals singing tha melody of his pretty pollen he swings with the breeze leaves a trace on bare barked trees his tempting eden fruits cultivating tha roots of my lingering soul fallen to dust he's got the murda eye killa swing dope yeh..he's fly he's got a voice warm & alluring deep in tha thickets of my cold & vast woods so much to explore let's find a new sky paradise...  Rebeltarmac: the collab goes down couldn't have been better timed our glide as we meet as we've met on the pages of infinitum as we greet secret eyes in a show known i know the dance is illuminated where we are in a mine--a dance capable of bringing the foundation let them see us dance as we glide the time couldn't have been better imagine segregating each letter imenant hands greet the sky that will reply in the tongue of ciphers undefined perhaps for instance i riddled this with a myth in exodus what it do is what it does RouGeWriTeR: ~~~ XXX ~~~ Thanks Jaie.. I am a huge admirer of your work and hold you so close & dear to my heart.You are truly a gem and here's to more collabs... :) |
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