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Day of The Living Ghost Diary Entry #1.3)
- A Defiant, Modest, Pure Eagle Awakening. Like Delicate Care Passed Through The Shadow of The Ground’s Flesh. Soft Bones, ‘Floating Down The Muddy River’. In Contempt of Bright Pink Colours Walking Under ‘The Wall’, ‘Comfortably Numb’, As The Tracing Lions Hear Lawyers Defending The Void of Casual Devoured Nothingness. The ‘Neon Signs’, Call Upon Another Vocal March Being, ‘Let Down’ All Without as if ‘Being Crushed Like a Bug in The Ground’. ‘They Were Cheering And Waving’, Kindly Asking For, Druid Healing. ‘The Dogs of War’, Howl And Speak to The Sleeping Moon. And All Thus During Another Insult to The Chance of ‘Freedom’. Hurry up And Wait. Hurry up And Wait. Even So. N e Hoo Wish Me Luck. . . . . . .
Day of The Living Ghost Diary Entry #1.4)
- Borrowing The ‘Moonlight Sonata’ From The Depth’s Burrowing Somewhere Beyond Faith And Summer Plants Swimming in Hopeful Charm. Beware From Each Step Wandering Beneath The Chariot’s Glisten. She Tried to Speak. It Gently Came Out as a Sparkle Where The Father’s Tried to Wander From Their Own Tradition. The Static Began to Unveil Standing Tides. Wavering Between The Light And The Touch of Reaching. I Asked One Question And Wasn’t Told a Thing. So. I Will Continue to Understand What is Allowed to Be Understood. As I am Understandably Denied. Even So. N e Hoo Wish Me Luck. . . . . . .
Day of The Living Ghost Diary Entry #1.5)
- Nothing Spoken as of Yet. I Tried to See The Reasoning. But!, it’s Purpose Has Fled to Daydreaming of Gaze Far Away. I Honestly Find Curiosity to Tap My Shoulder. But!, Find No Service to Asking The Questions Repeatedly. A Kit Kit Sometimes Wanders Cautiously Close By. But!, Have Yet to Pat For Comfort. And to Also, We Have Yet, to Discover Finding The Joy in The Deck of Hidden Cards Build Upon Stone After Stone. Will We Offer Guidance?. Only Time, And The Illusion of Oxygen Will Tell. Hopefully We Will Smile When The Fates Allow. Even So. N e Hoo Wish Me Luck. . . . . . .
Day of The Living Ghost Diary Entry #1.6)
- I Have None of ‘Zero’ Left. There Wasn’t an Opportunity to Spend The Lasting Fable of Grace. Her Demand Was of Slight Confusion. I Cursed The Missed Chance. And Regretted Nothing During The Last Graze Process. Beautiful of Course, But!, I Want to Have Another. Drink, I Did And Forgave Nothing After The Sky Rose. And There Still Remains Regret. ‘I Cannot Walk Without Reason’ I Whispered. Although There Exist’s Oceans. I Exist Concepts of Endless Void Despair. And it Doesn’t Hurt as Much as it Used too. I Tried. Maybe Next Time?. Dances Still Have Meaning. Even So. N e Hoo Wish Me Luck. . . . . . .
Day of The Living Ghost Diary Entry #1.7)
- The Daylight Has Disappeared into The Edges of The Universe. Further Than Purposeful Hesitation And Circular Products of Rounded Reasoning. I Remember How She Walked. She Spoke Before, During, And Will, After, The Destruction of Their Self Obsessions. It, (The Sadness of Pain), Doesn’t Fall on Her. She, With Grace, And Virtue, Lifted My Aura, And Shadow. I Have Written Thousands of Pages For Her Eyes to Drink, When The Fates Allow. A Reminder Jus in Case I Am Unable to Expose, With My Spirit, How I Truly Feel of Her Desire to Free My ‘Heart Cage’. An Angel to Say The Least. And Beauty Beyond Compare. I Almost Wouldn’t Dare. But!, Pride Sometimes Steps Further Than Humility. For I Am Only Human. And I Have Lights in My Energy to Say Hello to a World Being Punished By Those Who Will Never Understand Truth. So. I Will Show Them. And She Will Laugh Quietly. And Modestly. Even So. N e Hoo Wish Me Luck. . . . . . .
Day of The Living Ghost Diary Entry #1.8)
- A Note Scribble to My Love. Under The Moonlight’s Sonata. Music Humming Delicate Foundations of Hopeful Happiness. A Dream as She Smiles Radiating Joy to The Children Sitting Patiently in Aspirations of Wonder. [[[Dear Love, Dearest Love, I Hope it is Enough]]] Will She Receive Thus Message in a Bottle of Time?. I Promise to The Stars Above, That, I Will Not, No Matter What, That I Will Never Give up. Her Beauty is Promise That The Earth We Step Upon Will Always Holds up to The Center of Reality. I Cannot Send Thus Message Without My Drink in The Sunlight. May The Fates Send The Lushtaflurriah’s Whispers to Grant The Wishes Forever in Endless Beams of Neon Cures. Even So. N e Hoo Wish Me Luck. . . . . . .
Day of The Living Ghost Diary Entry #1.9)
- Ghosts Knock. I Sometimes Answer. Sometimes I Ignore. Sometimes I Walk. Sometimes I Hide. I Cannot Continue The Scribble Scrolls as They Endlessly Command For Control. I Cannot, (As I Look into The Night), I Cannot Listen to Such Commands. The Ghosts Meet Ghosts. I Am a Ghost. I Read. I Whisper. I Speak. I Want to Sing. I Want to See. The Garden Breathes. Marked And Read Like a Hymn. They Are Not True Ghosts. And Their Wishes Don’t Speak Love. I Listen to The Song’s From Above. Somewhere Within The Ocean of The Night Sky. As The Creatures Sing in Their Caves. Deep in Magical Forests of Purity. I Will Answer Their Knocks No More. I Speak in Peace. And There is Not Peace, in Their Knocking. Even So. N e Hoo Wish Me Luck. . . . . . .
Day of The Living Ghost Diary Entry #2.0)
- The Cleansing Awaits. Future Forward Days And Quiet Humming Candles. Bringing Rest?. I Do Not Understand My Own Flesh And Bone. I Seek Not Actual Control. I Search For Storms And Faith to Scatter Fear Among Nothingness. To ‘Let it Be’. To Try And See. To Hopefully Breathe. To The ‘Becoming’. The Seed’s in Cups Growing in Flashing Lights. Like Spiders Weaving Dreams. I Need Another Voice From Her Depth’s to Reach Something Sleeping in Me. I Still Believe. Even So. N e Hoo Wish Me Luck. . . . . . .
Day of The Living Ghost Diary Entry #2.1)
- She Said of And of a Lie. As She Smiled. I Believed Her. And Raised The Bar. I Didn’t Get Upset. I Didn’t Get Angry. I Was Confused. ‘Why Can’t You Be Honest With Me’?, I Asked. Almost Silently. And Stepped into The Warm Bathing, Summer Light. And Said Hello to an Olde, Perfect Circle Friend. We Shook Hands And Decided to Walk Away From Her, And Her Lies. ‘Quickly, Now!, to The Shop’!, I Said. As The ‘A Perfect Circle’ Smiled. A Few Hours After The Graze, She Arrived Back at The Gates. And Poked My Belly as She Laughed Quietly. And of Pure Cuteness. ‘What’?, I Said. She Jus Laughed And Walked Away. The Sun Began to Laugh With Her. I Am Not Confused By Beauty Anymore. Even So. N e Hoo Wish Me Luck. . . . . . .