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Tortuses and trees, and anything that starts with tees, they were meant to sit to enjoy the breeze. Years of age, bacteriophage, to lie and graze in the sunny days. It pays the wage to phase the mage in the ways of the page when one lays in the cage of the sage. To take a lake and seek a fake, to tempt a fate, to fall and break. To peak for sake of another ache, to rack the rake and leap in lake,…
I've worn the worn down worm filled warm jeans. It seems that the meanest ream means the bean is cheese free. Block the beam that deems the lean cream theme as too extreme. Brie and cheddar, whatever is better. The hotter the weather, the sadder the leather to tether the feather, the gun switch and lever. Cleaver to sever Heather from the rest of forever. Watching the header, remember she's deader…
If I cannot talk then I will still dance and think and pray If I cannot walk then I will still smile and say good day If I cannot love then I will still have a positive attitude If I cannot stay then I will simply wander where I choose If I cannot see then I will hug and feel the breeze If I cannot do as I please I will still laugh and be at peace If I cannot be then I will become your enemy And…
I wish desperately that I could change the way. 'The Way,' the way that everything goes. I whisper to god that which no one can know. And I keep to myself that which I show. Ultimately, I reap what I sow. But the weeping of a crow ringing oh so low, closes the posies from rowing to and fro. In such a fashion, one should not go. In such a pattern one mustn't grow. Blow by blow, husk to husk, sets…
Covalent splinters and the promise of hope. Cascading delights draped in the deep dew drops of a dragon's eye. Crafty clumps of crumpled carbon; glittering, glistening lights. A proposal from the shining specs, encrusted about the facade. Cracks and crevices as deep as the sorrows that we hold. It catches your eye like a ball player, take it home in pride. Made for a man on the other side of the…
Drained by the exuberance of passion I drank the last of water- my ration. So I should travel in a mirage, resting my body in the astral lodge of thoughts. All but caught in the wink of a dot in the sky. As a space man, I salute the world good bye. I tripped then dove into a crazy dream, flowers which line the ambition of my Scheme. Doth thou pray towards the granularity of desire? (With help by…
There was a man from far away He did the same thing every day For there was simply no other way He was happy and he was sad at times He prayed to god and to the divine He seems strange, but we're the same Although the dreams do wain He never lost his pride A sense of unwavering truth inside As he dug in the ground As he bathed in the sound As he browned in the sun Like he already won Only to earn…
The imperfection of life, of imagination, of community, of spiritual atunement, of love. The truth is much more complicated as we exist within metaphorical epicycles of recursion. The expectations of career and love and I'm just here. Suddenly dawning on me the love that I'm already in; and I enjoy it alone when I stay in. I share what I can but I stock a pile. I waft like one wind to disperse a…
I ventured towards the water in an anxious scurry, after spending some time against walls hoping for inspiration to strike. Feeling unable to correlate with those faces that constantly come wandering by. Betweixt the boulders, on the inlet of the sound, next to the waterfront park, next to the bike ramps, brewery, and circus, I sat in the water to find myself cool. I took the second dose of acid…
A microcosm of the future, the constituency of the self. Decentralize and democratize everything; being the keystone of pain and pleasure. Domesticity is a creature of comfort possessed by the demons of atomization.