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He’s not Tarzan (by Ryndol A.)Summer is right there on the corner He is letting all of his worries cover The only weapon he have is a soulful prayer In the road full of insincerity and danger All he see is a light in the manger Yet he is still stuck on a melting dreams Staying up all night and day on the seams Making his way inside the ozone of the streams. Its ending soon Too soon to prepare myself to ride a balloon In this tug of war inside the lagoon So idle, tangled, rattled and maroon Life is unfair yet its never here too soon He’s getting vague responses under the sky All of this circumstances around him questioning why oh why Still making his way not making himself cry. Its false hopes again It feels like pouring rain and flowing pain He understands everything but there’s a wall to gain Its a world wide wind and its making him insane He wait there too long and his knees hurting at the lane Too lame in the development Its a mind over matter argument Getting his room for improvement. View Larger

He’s not Tarzan (by Ryndol A.)

Summer is right there on the corner He is letting all of his worries cover The only weapon he have is a soulful prayer In the road full of insincerity and danger All he see is a light in the manger Yet he is still stuck on a melting dreams Staying up all night and day on the seams Making his way inside the ozone of the streams. Its ending soon Too soon to prepare myself to ride a balloon In this tug of war inside the lagoon So idle, tangled, rattled and maroon Life is unfair yet its never here too soon He’s getting vague responses under the sky All of this circumstances around him questioning why oh why Still making his way not making himself cry. Its false hopes again It feels like pouring rain and flowing pain He understands everything but there’s a wall to gain Its a world wide wind and its making him insane He wait there too long and his knees hurting at the lane Too lame in the development Its a mind over matter argument Getting his room for improvement.

Posted 2 months ago
Fight For A Freedom ‏♛ (by Ryndol A.)I’m here, my life has its reasons I knew it and I have to learn my lessons Nineteen years of dreams and expectations I always live with it and aim for position Letting the hardship of a childish probation The motherly unconditional love I felt in every season Yet life has dealt its cards, tells me to create a motion. I can do this yet I really don’t know how I’m not alone in this curve but things now are tough All the air I’m breathing seems so intoxicating and I can’t get enough Time is a predator on its wilderness and this road really gets so rough And all I can do is sleep, cry then fake a laugh All of this melancholic material stuff Makes me wonder if you or I will sustain to get-off my craft. In life or love we fall but a little harder Then you go and make it much harder Uttering those promises of what I want or need and other Comes with a spell of breaking them one by one and makes me weaker False hopes again is like pouring like rain and sudden change the weather Its not new to me yet my eyes now are full of water Questioning there’s nothing wrong writing hopes into permanent marker. Its painted with kindness and splattered of dullness Making all my wounds and untitled rhyme of sadness Guarding myself at the forest of happiness Wishing all I can is all what you want and gladness I know I’ll vigilant just like a warrior in the middle of the quietness Just a few steps more to free me from this restlessness Enabling me fly like nobody do it. ♛ ‏♛ ‏♛ ‏ View Larger

Fight For A Freedom ‏♛ (by Ryndol A.)

I’m here, my life has its reasons I knew it and I have to learn my lessons Nineteen years of dreams and expectations I always live with it and aim for position Letting the hardship of a childish probation The motherly unconditional love I felt in every season Yet life has dealt its cards, tells me to create a motion. I can do this yet I really don’t know how I’m not alone in this curve but things now are tough All the air I’m breathing seems so intoxicating and I can’t get enough Time is a predator on its wilderness and this road really gets so rough And all I can do is sleep, cry then fake a laugh All of this melancholic material stuff Makes me wonder if you or I will sustain to get-off my craft. In life or love we fall but a little harder Then you go and make it much harder Uttering those promises of what I want or need and other Comes with a spell of breaking them one by one and makes me weaker False hopes again is like pouring like rain and sudden change the weather Its not new to me yet my eyes now are full of water Questioning there’s nothing wrong writing hopes into permanent marker. Its painted with kindness and splattered of dullness Making all my wounds and untitled rhyme of sadness Guarding myself at the forest of happiness Wishing all I can is all what you want and gladness I know I’ll vigilant just like a warrior in the middle of the quietness Just a few steps more to free me from this restlessness Enabling me fly like nobody do it. ♛ ‏♛ ‏♛ ‏

Posted 2 months ago