Post by Sanatani/Martin on Jul 8, 2010 1:22:05 GMT -5
9/12/04
Trust in Shiva.
Tremendous forces are at work here. TriStar Galactica lead us to home.
Planet’s haze, pilgrim’s plight
Ship ahoy, Sailor’s night!
When the sun goes down behind Eden’s back,
Semblance of Old Schools you will lack
Run towards something, not away
Mardi Gras has seen its day,
Warrior child is on his way.
Skilled in many arts, yet puzzled
Dive into the prodigy’s fire,
Makeshift bombs are ready for hire!
Scrambling nocturnal flight
Pressed against a race’s plight
Moon dog is without a friend…
Until the locusts breathe their last.
Guarding against time, grandiose plans drink their wine.
Imbibed with stardust even till now,
What we see is not what we shall.
A porpoise dives into the depths,
Believing time behind is left.
In shallow waters where cave men die
Where is the wisdom in the sky?
Awful din of lesser gods, ride the winds of no return.
Multi millionaire Fred Flintstone saluted and ran afoul of the law
The money tree looks so forlorn
Forlorn but not forgotten,
enmity rains down upon the feverish frills of a world lost in turmoil.
Desiderata we need you.
Graced by blessings not yet found, a fountain of Peace will prevail.
It will subdue the wicked and bring them to their knees.
Difficulties arise in order of perpetually slain ideals.
Bring home the love that stems from hearts so torn; so unyielding that nothing else will save them.
Rooted in challenge deep as the ocean floor,
piecemeal they tarry not,
but make their way into gardens so synonymous with beauty beyond thinking.
Divinity sought with nary a thought shall not stand firm against the breaking tide.
Trust in Shiva.
Tremendous forces are at work here. TriStar Galactica lead us to home.
Planet’s haze, pilgrim’s plight
Ship ahoy, Sailor’s night!
When the sun goes down behind Eden’s back,
Semblance of Old Schools you will lack
Run towards something, not away
Mardi Gras has seen its day,
Warrior child is on his way.
Skilled in many arts, yet puzzled
Dive into the prodigy’s fire,
Makeshift bombs are ready for hire!
Scrambling nocturnal flight
Pressed against a race’s plight
Moon dog is without a friend…
Until the locusts breathe their last.
Guarding against time, grandiose plans drink their wine.
Imbibed with stardust even till now,
What we see is not what we shall.
A porpoise dives into the depths,
Believing time behind is left.
In shallow waters where cave men die
Where is the wisdom in the sky?
Awful din of lesser gods, ride the winds of no return.
Multi millionaire Fred Flintstone saluted and ran afoul of the law
The money tree looks so forlorn
Forlorn but not forgotten,
enmity rains down upon the feverish frills of a world lost in turmoil.
Desiderata we need you.
Graced by blessings not yet found, a fountain of Peace will prevail.
It will subdue the wicked and bring them to their knees.
Difficulties arise in order of perpetually slain ideals.
Bring home the love that stems from hearts so torn; so unyielding that nothing else will save them.
Rooted in challenge deep as the ocean floor,
piecemeal they tarry not,
but make their way into gardens so synonymous with beauty beyond thinking.
Divinity sought with nary a thought shall not stand firm against the breaking tide.