Elegant White Lies

Thought flow soft rolling thunderous cloves of mad poetic prose
Comfort like buried face in mother's clothes
Tears of joy like misery
Piercing God like symmetry
Life force calligraphy
Vivid innocent imagination
Complicit quintessential infatuation
Time got my minds eye complacent
The same ride in endless variation
Co-creation calamity
The canvas of my sanity
Subtle relations various selves
Selfish love like hell
Reset
Repeat
Soften my shell
Warm golden salivation fall from my lips
Put my hand on yo hips
So gentle when im touching yo bliss
Nothing posing as something with a twist
Separation is a bitch
Only game in town
Source configuration
Case worker for the social paradigm
I tell such elegant white lies

Surrender so sweet
Solipsistic Succubus Queen Bee
Tasting yo honey comb like... Damn Im home
Disillusionment once again
Thought I found my twin
Here I go again
Taste of sweat when yo memory clouds my day
Sensual violence rain
Fall and autumn leaves my brain
Winter approaches
Endeavour
Tasked to maintain my mental landscape
Tend to the garden my ways of escape
Rat in a maze of my own making
Racing from the hated
Self destructive inclinations
Spiritual malady complacent
Void like elation
This life is amazingly patient

Experiential relations
Wisdom is the prize
Divine rights cryptic surprise
Particles collide in spacetime
Holographic shadows dancing endlessly to entertain
Mental masturbation
Brain matter mashed potato chatter
Transistor creeping on yo frequency
Moon matrix deepening
Truth reside in chest
Like proof of something beyond the youth
Like Me and You...

Does sound come before the view?
Sunrise of my soul
Eternal fountain of blue
Traverse the mountain of identities crutch
Finding clues left behind by you yourself the fool
A million paths to take and each one defines you
Right and wrong midnight betrayal
Moral conviction of day
Value system tirade
Dictators make it rain with bombs of sorrow
Weeping for humanities tmrw
Sleep in burning time we borrowed
Interest rate climb
The cosmic karmic flow wont faulter on the ledger
Counted and logged with great pleasure
You staying after class cuz teacher gonna learns yo ass
In the finer art of living
The business of jazz



Credits
Writer(s): Tómas ólafsson
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