Resilient. Tradition of people worldwide. Insistent. A chain of jingles and lamp bells during night. Obliterate. The dampness that is of the old decaying earth liven up.
Here comes the chime, a crisp sound to numb the time,
A mass of cheerful people, all that is bad hidden under the table,
White and cold, and crumpling so not to hold,
A dystopia between those who can, and those who believe they can,
Here comes the laughter, ringing inside the ears of each other's,
Nullification. Swallowing grieve to portray the happy role so much. Necessity. The power in believing restores almost everything we never believed to be the truth and lies vanish. Normative. Law which is to be abided gave way to unprovable story.
A guise of smell, between the appetizing food and mesmerizing perfume,
A guise of sight, between happy couples and joyful children with their parents,
A guise of hearing, between the traditional jingle and improvised tributes,
A guise of touch, between the warm knitten sweaters and the cold snowflakes falling,
A guise of taste, between the get together of a feast and the merry go alone of a dinner,
Let out your sound. A voice, a croak, a squeal, a cry, a yell. Sing in tune. A line or two or a whole paragraph of melodically written lyrics, or a make up a joint of words stumbling out of the brain. Live up to your voice. Distant and near and cold and warm, every particles reverberates in unity.
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Historia Corta"For I am a blunt edge, the dull side that is of a deadly weapon; yet still, I can cut through the waves in an odd sense." -Forgive and Take- "Like a progressive evolution of a semi-completed music score, our hands reach out of the nebula. We pictur...
