[Mind Fuck]

Life Beneath

Emotions of stones speak ages from her mountain Built Eyes
the aroma of faith dwells just beyond her face in the lightly Filled Skies
natures beast cushion against her bosom pushing out from the Hill Side
She's transmitting a Lost Translation frozen in her Rock Formation
Thousands of Years waterfalls left the maiden Shrouded in Tears yet she Watched with Patience
centuries past, the Renascence eventually lapsed then finally she saw the Man From Below.
She thought years back when her hair Danced in the Snow through the icey mist she struck a Glance of a Pose.
Paniced she Froze, Hands now were Closed........ He Ran to her Nose climbing fast thinking "If I collapse.." *slip* "If I could Land even Close!!!"... .. . .. Did the wind pick me up? shoulda been Stranded Fo Sho.. Ay what the fuck blame it on luck cause aint no such Thang as a Ghost...
not thinking much of it he set up Camp on the Coast, pondering on his brush with death swearing he felt a hush of breath but he had heard that story before and didn't fall for the Trance of the Hoax butt his thoughts change forever as he adjusts the Lamp on his Boat as he realizes the reflection of the shells on the beach dwelled were her feet that you could see below the shore on the Sand as it Floats...
Paddling Fast as the Tide Went he then contemplated whether to go Back to the Island Unaware that our earthly Aphrodite was a Pacifist Giant Dealing with deep rooted pain that made surrounding waves Crash When She's Crying with a thunderous thump that shook Half of the Thailand and spilled Glasses in Ireland...
Firm yet feeble he went Towards the Shore, Halfway through the maidens Pouring Storm he had to start using Oars as Boards. Onward with hands he went through the water attempting to Force this Course but his movements got heavier than any Fortress Door from Mordors Fort... Then a shift in the tectonic plates occured and our travelers Fortune Soared ot the constellations and Orbits North.
Her hands made of Molten Stone Her nails were shells picked meticulously from the Ocean Coast, The roots below Mold her Bones. It's said she turned to stone waiting for her lost love spending ages to Know he's Home.. Mid summer she shimmered with a winter lust of the Coldest Snow Emotions morphed to Frozen Hope, below her bossom a dozen Snow-Men Spoke of how for the first time in centuries appeared her grassy wide Open Throat. Mysteriously bubbles rose on the opposite side where whales mate and Dolphins Go as a Chosen Post While the entire island would Holds her Throne....

[Mind Fuck]

Life Beneath

Emotions of stones speak ages from her mountain Built Eyes
the aroma of faith dwells just beyond her face in the lightly Filled Skies
natures beast cushion against her bosom pushing out from the Hill Side
She's transmitting a Lost Translation frozen in her Rock Formation
Thousands of Years waterfalls left the maiden Shrouded in Tears yet she Watched with Patience
centuries past, the Renascence eventually lapsed then finally she saw the Man From Below.
She thought years back when her hair Danced in the Snow through the icey mist she struck a Glance of a Pose.
Paniced she Froze, Hands now were Closed........ He Ran to her Nose climbing fast thinking "If I collapse.." *slip* "If I could Land even Close!!!"... .. . .. Did the wind pick me up? shoulda been Stranded Fo Sho.. Ay what the fuck blame it on luck cause aint no such Thang as a Ghost...
not thinking much of it he set up Camp on the Coast, pondering on his brush with death swearing he felt a hush of breath but he had heard that story before and didn't fall for the Trance of the Hoax butt his thoughts change forever as he adjusts the Lamp on his Boat as he realizes the reflection of the shells on the beach dwelled were her feet that you could see below the shore on the Sand as it Floats...
Paddling Fast as the Tide Went he then contemplated whether to go Back to the Island Unaware that our earthly Aphrodite was a Pacifist Giant Dealing with deep rooted pain that made surrounding waves Crash When She's Crying with a thunderous thump that shook Half of the Thailand and spilled Glasses in Ireland...
Firm yet feeble he went Towards the Shore, Halfway through the maidens Pouring Storm he had to start using Oars as Boards. Onward with hands he went through the water attempting to Force this Course but his movements got heavier than any Fortress Door from Mordors Fort... Then a shift in the tectonic plates occured and our travelers Fortune Soared ot the constellations and Orbits North.
Her hands made of Molten Stone Her nails were shells picked meticulously from the Ocean Coast, The roots below Mold her Bones. It's said she turned to stone waiting for her lost love spending ages to Know he's Home.. Mid summer she shimmered with a winter lust of the Coldest Snow Emotions morphed to Frozen Hope, below her bossom a dozen Snow-Men Spoke of how for the first time in centuries appeared her grassy wide Open Throat. Mysteriously bubbles rose on the opposite side where whales mate and Dolphins Go as a Chosen Post While the entire island would Holds her Throne....