Crack open, Life is but a dream.

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It's been a while since I wrote with my friend B.
Here's another one together for 2020 visions.

 Crack open, Life is but a Dream.
 
Solacethepoet ( feat. Bruised Brow)
 
(Solacethepoet)
 
Happiness at my reach.
Dreams on my Gold plate,
Trippy,
Feast on these Lucid
Dreams.
 
Vivid dimensions within
My vision.
Colours and shapes,
Life is but a dream.
Lucid I flow.
 
(Bruised Brow)
 
Camping on a chair of hope,
I and my Angels blowing dope,
Life is not what it seems,
Take a glance at my soul
And the Seat of my soul,
Vivid visions,
Rich perceptions,
Old Soul time traveller,
We are the Universe experiencing
Itself.
 
(Solacethepoet)
 
Supreme,
Dreams at my palms,
The world at my fingertips,
With my pen I change the world.
Just like Miller Mac,
I bring colour to a world
Filled with shade and grey.
 
(Bruised Brow)
 
Life is beautiful,
A Rose with thorns,
The pain is our Art,
We paint beautiful vivid pictures
With our words just like Phora.
 
Angels with broken wings,
But still we soar to far greater skies,
Our Souls are the only forces we hold
On to.
For they are Gold, pure Gold,
Birthed to enrich lives.
 


Submitted: January 04, 2020

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Damp Kitten

Metaphor and imagery
The two of you make a nice tandem
I find myself sitting by the campfire, passing the pipe, peering at the colors

Sat, January 4th, 2020 9:10pm

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Yes, I am him, he is me, we merge into a team.

Sun, January 5th, 2020 3:34am

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