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I was a Boy

 i was a boy listen on youtube or here I exiled myself from the outside into the void  Not to run away but to find myself  I thought & believed what I observed to be the difference there had been signs of crumblings & decay = I need to rebuild myself  To know me before I introduce myself to others In this strange atmosphere I realized that  I've discovered an ancient pulse  it’s found in every reciprocation  with born whispers from breathing souls  = reaching into every mind through grievances laid on walls    tagging through skin for best results via gentle touch and through these we find the divine that lifts us up And being alone I had only one place to search ,  further inward, down in the sub basement of my core  i needed a reflection of me to see me in the third person Am I searching for the divinity of god or the divinity from within?  it started when I was a boy and she was nothing in the void I was a boy a...

Disposition

disposition 
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Know my disposition
it's a language lost like dead tongues  
and my wasted blood is on your lips 

desperate to feel serenity  
knowing I am a man lost in your solitude 
eager to greet you with thirst & desires, 
welcoming your quenches & commodities 

stuck between the polar opposites of infinite ends 
it's more than what I can take of the female light
the notion of evicting hollow spaces with a laughter
announcing you’re back is welcoming a glory-era

the warmth from within you  
is best without a rendezvous
without any shame to help me feel more than this

imagination is lighter than gravity
it never touches the grounds 

resuscitation always backfires
dreams will always stay there with you 

a messenger emerges from the darkness 
holding me with vague intentions
navigating the nocturnal side
sneaking the borders of make-believe
plant a moist seed of hope in your honor. 

it started all alone  
feeling the tingles dancing all around me 
next to sleeping butterfly friends ... 
grievances from history to question freedom  
tenderness of the mothers overflow, 

& lost anthems of faded heroes 
shredded into books on a dusty shelf...

I thought lingering morning clouds were for me 
but they're all into their own... 

I felt the same about you
pondering these dispositions alone  
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lyrics & vocals by azdi404
music credit: bliss by Exilian
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