Words to make you think
The Winds Circling Our Energy
by Mathieu St. Jean
Interrobang
Face forming formulas lacing tarantula follow through
Glue stuck favors during falling razors
Muck around and duck down while silver bullets graze by leads heads
Dividing factory fillers bred from Venus and Mars
Our serenity killers, our eternal superfluity distillers
Trying to change telescope viewfinders with one hope
Pounding against oncoming asteroids
Grounding android perspectives won't decrease the noise
Detective footsteps freezing cold breathes for empowerment
Seizing worshipped weeks for chipped cheeks as affirmation
We get older by the yesterday while colder sunrays guide us through the today
Winds circulate energy in the same way streetlights fade during the intensity of night
Under not so star bright nights tar angels rise from our paranoia
It seems our unfed dreams alter the continuity of our outlook unraveling dirty seems
Grey skies develop ying yang signs at the drop of a counterfeit bill
We cannot play in the sand when it's raining hollow oil for the grandchildren
Stealing these crimson lollipops from these baby adults is addictive
The cries inside a scarecrows laugh always feel sincere
We bark at the moon for relief until our recovered ancestors stand near
Hollow Oxygen Ensues
by Mathieu St. Jean
Interrobang
Forever functioning with astonishing weather launching silhouettes
set at a before known time alarm chime,
waking divine cellophane ghost thoughts
taming post modern anarchists during periods of auburn winds
tickling icicle personalities with warm friction
singing footsteps riddle creaking sunset floorboards
we are the swords greeting innocent layers of lungs
they seek unsung 21 gun salutes for bedtime hymns
singing our forced songs as we sail along worn out Braille trails
we torch the sidestepping clouds as we watch rebellious airplanes
the falsetto wind plucks oxygen strings to freeze our mouths shut
territories develop sun storms before raindrops adorn gravel trails
we are the children of the sun who crucify sunrays into our palms
by Mathieu St. Jean
Interrobang
Face forming formulas lacing tarantula follow through
Glue stuck favors during falling razors
Muck around and duck down while silver bullets graze by leads heads
Dividing factory fillers bred from Venus and Mars
Our serenity killers, our eternal superfluity distillers
Trying to change telescope viewfinders with one hope
Pounding against oncoming asteroids
Grounding android perspectives won't decrease the noise
Detective footsteps freezing cold breathes for empowerment
Seizing worshipped weeks for chipped cheeks as affirmation
We get older by the yesterday while colder sunrays guide us through the today
Winds circulate energy in the same way streetlights fade during the intensity of night
Under not so star bright nights tar angels rise from our paranoia
It seems our unfed dreams alter the continuity of our outlook unraveling dirty seems
Grey skies develop ying yang signs at the drop of a counterfeit bill
We cannot play in the sand when it's raining hollow oil for the grandchildren
Stealing these crimson lollipops from these baby adults is addictive
The cries inside a scarecrows laugh always feel sincere
We bark at the moon for relief until our recovered ancestors stand near
Hollow Oxygen Ensues
by Mathieu St. Jean
Interrobang
Forever functioning with astonishing weather launching silhouettes
set at a before known time alarm chime,
waking divine cellophane ghost thoughts
taming post modern anarchists during periods of auburn winds
tickling icicle personalities with warm friction
singing footsteps riddle creaking sunset floorboards
we are the swords greeting innocent layers of lungs
they seek unsung 21 gun salutes for bedtime hymns
singing our forced songs as we sail along worn out Braille trails
we torch the sidestepping clouds as we watch rebellious airplanes
the falsetto wind plucks oxygen strings to freeze our mouths shut
territories develop sun storms before raindrops adorn gravel trails
we are the children of the sun who crucify sunrays into our palms
