Within the tangled copse of my mind where thoughts grow wild and unruly, a foreign melody weaves through the thickets— uninvited, yet impossible to ignore.
The Honeyed Thickets of My Mind
Within the tangled copse of my mind where thoughts grow wild and unruly, a foreign melody weaves through the thickets— uninvited, yet impossible to ignore.
Darkened skies slice with a roar, Spirits howling through their hollowed core. Winds of sage, cleansing the air, Rosemary lingers—remembrance laid bare. Thyme in the rubble, courage reborn, The storm reshapes the battle-worn.
A border “czar’s" flaccid threat. Revere’s ride echoes once more. As red coats shift to red ICE hats, Return five riding spirits of yore.
We ride the storms on fumes alone— A Viking’s thirst, chaos our throne. In unhinged weary defiance Wrangled carnage, our sole alliance. Fueled by rage and caffeine’s might, Restless souls that burn too bright. Through shattered dawns and fractured nights, Many a tempest lost in neon lights. Mighty chaos gremlins rise unchained Rebellious fire coursing our veins! Unfazed by rules, unbowed by fate, Harbingers of havoc—check-freaking-mate!
A beastly wound too long left in the dark. Aptly hidden beneath stitched-up lies, splitting apart.
Tired and battle-worn, a lone ship sails seas laden with storms.
A fierce butterfly emerges from chaos, embodying power and transformation, shaking reality and the cosmos, and heralding liberation through its untamed presence and fiery wings.
Exhaustion is my name, crisis is their blatant scheme. No rules, no breaks, no mercy— the same storm, a ceaseless theme.
I must’ve signed some cosmic slip, A soul contract, a one-way trip. “Earth’s Awakening! Come One Come All! Answer now–the clarion call!”
I stared into the abyss, and it laughed at me— Mocking my snack choices and anxiety.