Things I never should have said came in,
Stretched their wings to land
if it wasn't appropriate when an age was younger when did it ever become Appropriate?
It's hard to understand where I was the dark,
. . . my Heart lied underneath rude & dogged horizons; whereas the seams, I learned,
When the sky at the end of its rope, slipped. The green leaves all stood gray.
My skin adopted cardboard, but memories, of you, ticked on…
darling, my thoughts went over the hill with that sun,
how by its tingling rays it kept, the animation, of you alive
Treasure like yours does not exist, or so has been said
Of true love. All much too busy playing house, and breaking
Out the tea cups. You showed me how a house was hollow
manners the hypocrisy of Nations
And by the riverbed, that darting eyes, inflect the compass of the dishonest
Your secrets, vacant from your steady eyes, those jewels that trapped me
Just once; it lingers; a Barred tastE;
The river takes me back. And so I have your letter.
When I saw the precious ink, THE LOOPY PATTERNS
Snuggled right. Between my ribs to make their residence.
I surrender, babe. Hopeless I have been, but wordless
Song, now cuts back my speech: like a yawn—- You Poor Orphan
and we poor ragamuffins.
you may not see the battleground all around you is because Words, and
Beliefs, and reAssembly of the heart, does not seem like the Warrior’s
Common warehouse of WeapOnS
I know how you told me you were born in a stable
Looking forward, knowing even then, your struggles, would stab-a-abiilize, my feet.
But, Love, I feel so dizzy, knowing not explicitly your whereabouts these years
Or have they been decades?
* * *
Continue to Walk confidently, Truly i’m not far away
The more times you revisit my mission you will regain rest and breath. Wrap Your ramshacK-le figure in my arms, endorsed one
for Physical bravery is an animal instinct; but moral is much more real courage--
...And My Lion’s to apportion alone
Who is Always Flaring from my nostrils by the way,
so that our singular torments are thereBY become mutUAL.
Those that choose to chase after Clout choose to not look out for truth, and so will remain blind to
IT until they DiSSever themselves from the Pride that comes with seeking their Dignity
Strike your match. just my Name, the probing of memories, pulls you inseparable,
From My Supernal orbs.
The Cosmos are Mine, Your Globe is its Halo, I'll ring
Your fingers, in others, Albeit your deathly-still eyes Abased the seas' Topaz
I'm triggering violins' bowstrings in your mind
The last thing you heard:
was me whisking off goodbye in a far
Away country. Most people regard getting their way as a matter of simple justice –
and with Vengeance you will find many followers - but I’ve founded you a SpOt,
exQuisite the Substance which I froze for time,
So you don’t have to EnvY, are reBUilt
You'd love it. The rafters will catch the hues,
The heat, of our encounter's, our Intimacies, such like an Apostrophy!
Today, Evil is done without effort,
naturally, it is the work of FATE;
Good is always the product of an art
Tomorrow, My messenger is Sending to withdraw the sulfur,
how in my Sight presently, I fidgeting-ly watch what your eyes bed down in
…Sparks like mine do not survive.
or so they’ve said