–sexy–. immortal age, fine skin, woman.
your vast fields held a single gate,
the heart you seek when in mortal fear,
deftly in soft romance. You come. To me,
so sweet and cute and take what is mine.
Through my golden gate of stability —
my apple on a table you bite and eat.
No sin. No gain. Only pain.
eating all these words while hiding
within a tree is this nature-woman.
:: 06-05-2014 ::
it hurts me that many wish to
as i wish to make almost anything
ELSE! too be creative
it seems everyone thinks a helter-
freezer sun! Swelter! NEVER!
forever weazened irrefutable
i’m so unastonished
in my, in my
heart, just saying (huh, do you
think it’s a dream we’re dreaming)
maintaining,and(before my eyes
the every-consumerism of this shell
i escape from by death:drowned only
and,YOU! personally responsible
for the entire layer of reality
to decay (makes a strength
bulge hearts by creative colors
of words and flower hearts
(politics are decayed houses
with people like flies who
buzz upon dead meat)-ly(steeples
of holy shit eager hands for
fame and money) gee i’m
stripped of my faith and hurts
me only to have smelled Love
–trip upon life’s cobble stones
:: 12262015 ::