we wake up with a beating heart \ wondering how mud can be so alive:
i am so overboard drowning within embryo
and sharp words
worst than most and so i escape
(i feel it less when my unformed feet move)
so along dirty thoughts and stares
i run through the streets
if my words were stars and if my breath
were wind of the Earth until the End
CREATIVITY and entertaining thoughts here
___ y e a h ___ the last Spring I tasted
before i found it hard so hard to find a
loving World i found you so hello
THE LIGHT IS MAJESTIC
the stupid mouths of critics
DENY IT live within the MOUTH
of undeniable words__.
Of Your Love!
:: 07.19.2020 ::
