A/N: Don't worry about the capitalization and weird expressions you see. That's all they are. They are there to emphasize and paint the picture. Like when people sing, comparatively. Friend, I'm ready Now. I can't believe you picked me.
Enveloped by a diagrammatic Winter’s Eve
The snowflakes in the dark seem to hate me
The porchlights abhor my every circuit with seeming derision
Everybody has left their car motionless, and I hark on each one
What is it worth but just transport
It’s partially a social statement. I come to think Their happiness fooly depends
On several things drifting out to the Sea of Variables; & certain loss is VOwed to ye
It’s obvious Doing what’s right will not spare anyone misfortune
For every day we do something that is not right
Eventually my percolation mushes non+plus~ss into their houses, Their great
Scaffolds of Fortresses
Make me think of ant-HIllS. And their skein of wards that breathe & rake over its heaps
like Protective Dragons, necks cOILED around the spouse, kiddos, dog, suit, computer
LiGHt BUlb, toothbrush, sink, stereo speakers, favorite sneakers: - - -
Heavy hearts, like every drop in a cloud of possessions you Take To
Shield yourself with,
are best relieved by the letting of a little water
an unEducated, UNcultured weatherman Magnifies a voice amidst the wedge of Cake
Stepping down from heaven
And as Loud as he Fore-casts the Way some Colossal White Blade coats the Villages
He too often departs unheard
So that the True colors of the pastry are Washed out, & overshadowed By
dainty candles in frailty-frosted, window-slitted crash Pads
Empty Rationale remains because they don’t Rack Their Brains day by day like a Detective
Bury much Emotional build-up behind the cork of bottle Tops & take it out on
the Holidays by refreshing the spirit
Come to settle into the Paternal pleas 15 year-late recommendation now that they’re 30
because it’s too astringent to gaze into The Flames of the Sun which is Demanded
for actually having the knowledge & Reason to be a rebel. Not to sOw wilD oats & B
Frivol, frivel, frivolous..
Egregious Crackdown plows into The bitterness of regretful lives of every Neighborhood
How this Weatherman’s Witnessed so many answers, OH,,, the HeartBRake `
Their needless grief UpBraids!
the ice sculptures that bring my Perfect Peace
And it Sears Through every wingbeat Attached to my shoulder-Blades-`~<_~=.>_<”~~
3 out of 4 dreams a Whirlwind of Crows, while my Steady Home is hooked to the SUN
shine where my Wings have come from.
there is something beautiful about all scares of whatever nature:
They, passing by your eyes, rip blood-plugs all over you
but A scar means the hurt is over, the wound is closed, and Healing has taken over.
do not focus on where you Fell
Focus
on
Why it is you were made to be tripped-Up;
Espy if weather where you really stand
is unequi-Vocally unshakaBLE Ground.
The only souls that know no more war are the Dead, you say
And that seems pretty judicious. And the Dead also know how those that strive to feel Alive
can’t break out
And cast off the Dead-End full of -eroded bombsheLls stikcing out of the Pav'em=a`Net
Elbows’ Strength joust it out with the hopeful refused corpses of Black Friday
I take a charter like a Magical Reindeer through the television
And I sit and bawl underneath the ½%-off signs that suffice to DOUBLE the FuroR
Pinned between childhood’s instinctive chivalrousness
That the world never could put in your Stock because you had some glaring weakness
That defect that you threw out, but through the glass of a Christmas corner-shop never left
the environment peaceful enough where it could decompose; But here’s a Chance
As you kiss Christmas with the vapor of you’re hunger clouds on the window-glass
There’s a hay manger making your fingers frozen to the giftbag
And if you’ll listen
That when I exchanged my demonic attitude of frenetic $Caco$phonie$
This allowed the stone that Scrooge plunked me with to rebound off
And disappear into a drift of God’s Velvet Village reindeer
I have only one grief, only one consternation in life:
That you might reject promises, neglect feelings, desert the heritage to contentment & peace
Among all MY relieving safaris that are rife with wayfaring & curious errands;
That you might discard eternal life
when you can believe it for the skylark of glee rustling beneath my countenance
He Reigns-deer he Reigns deep inside there, a cry so pristine
it uNnerves many who would consult it
But The very voice box it transplanted in me has been fed its living since I was 7 years old
And the first day it burst out of the brush & swOOped AWay with my world ~
~~it was Guardian alone: ~~
as He carried my cantankerous corpse crying out to be let back to dear natural life
All became clear
The suburb sat like an inner arena,
and as the more unoccupied regions changed, all the Manors & tudors magnified & upGRaded
“Earth-loving ones don’t make the Garden I have in mind,
I heard said above before behind & beneath me
For on the ground lewd-icrous abundance of sewers
are fetching to the eye`,
but ruminating upon the axis & objective of My Aerial LaserBeacon of an eye
perpetual Commonwealths operate like gems studded in billowing hills,”
So I ri+coCheted an-die ScrEEd & my body reo!rganized & I sproutedWing$&wentAWOL!!
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