Zaq biehl

Joined April 2021

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Lust for life!!

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Pushin'
I give it my all everyday, as I endulge my elctrolights, endorphin, and pride. The world as beautiful and amazing as it is, it's suffering my character and pulling the rug. Im A savage to the darkness and a Saint to the love. I leaves blisters of condition as the sun takes my step, but my heart is never ending, like a gods pursian glove. I am more then they say my codependent tells them so. I want to shake the world's jungle and climb up my tree. Till I'm the star burning elegance that my mom knows I'll be. My philosophy, my nature is slapped on my sleeve. This is elegance in moments that make angry men smile. I'm the blistering red starlight that will be remembered for while. My litigious dog north and my emblazoned white glow, keeps this train burning embers till my makers don't know.Ive pressed this thin vail 8 times left to blow. Im not a gift from My creator I'm the light in the snow.I huly If we cross paths you will remember my glow, like the train in Busan that brings light to the snow!!!
By Zaq biehl3 years ago in Poets
Undone
Blest to be the best, living life dodging bullets with vests,less then stressed, pressed, and complex. My verbal dimension vertex. Illing, reverbed, and spiling life on the lost. It pays the cost to be the boss, like the man on a cross, dealing with love and loss. Controlled by intense impulsive agarose, Untilled and unmossed. Preparing my portions of judgment to be feeble and unhossed. This is the cost. A penny changing hands to bring unwealthy aborent, uncleanly and unwashed. I am this passive verb cutting across, that leaves the petty man's brain sauced. Understanding what's been coming from a lost man demanding things left for those unclanded. Help for those that need love and help for those that dont. It's the common man's endearing gaze that makes this the requisite quote!!
By Zaq biehl5 years ago in Poets
Grass is greener
Alabaster untoward disaster, always wanting more to fill my space and fill my time. I've always known the grass is greener on the other side. I break my back and bend desire, the truth it hurts, like ashes from a funeral pyre. It was never the materialistic pursuit that would fill my cup. That grass is green and hurts the gut. It's not the worst but never the best. This green ass grass will make me nutz. Superficial posession filled heart left empty 4000k TV won't cheer me up. This green machine will eat me up. The Jones left grasping for a torment rut. Left bleeding to be first in line for the next generation treason gun. To make life better, with lies and lust. I'll burn these fields to have one more chance. To close our eyes and take that dance. To walk the beach with the moon so brite. This green ass grass has stole my pride. I need to touch your silky face to take my wants and fill this space. The people that have burdens past. Forget this stuff your hearts my glass. That grass is green, but my love will last.
By Zaq biehl5 years ago in Poets
Coloring
Byzantine bright blowing light. Left to this simple mind a gift for sight. Perplexed by the esoteric glow, the lamb skin pastures and indigent flows. It changes my mind, mood, my extremes. That flagrant fire piercing bright. The forever destined ignition, to click on the gears and make synapses explode with this sergeant of improve and pestilint prose. Singing songs of free flowing jams, like Garcia on the road. Am I jack Kerouac listing for peace or the greater understanding of a man that won't help but to fall to his knees. To let the world burn with is empirical ease or that sicifant subasious that wins Pearl's in the night. It's the questions of understanding that makes me come to life. The subatomic particles to the impressive arch aft. This is my voice and my ambitious heart cast.
By Zaq biehl5 years ago in Poets