Did the Pax Americana,
come and go,
is her statue, made of ice and snow.
do I see her, in the fire, and now I don't.
Pax Americana, I hear her, as I go deaf,
I feel you,
as red decorates slowly, through my vest.
I am with you, in a tiny-- but vast land--
yet still on my back,
watching sweat pick up crystal sand,
your dune has no debris that I see.
Mid this blackened road--shining so beautifully,
My Lady of Pax, my lady of last laughs,
that came from the briefing,
my lady of things you want to last,
Yet you stay , now that I am bleeding.
Lady Peace, just like a goodnight kiss,
in respite, you exist,
this war, all I've seen is their pretty olive eyes,
and you are their lips.
you are here now, as eternal momentary bliss.
In Robert Frost's, poem, he says from desire, the world can end in fire, but the Frost holds with ice, "and ice can suffice," from what Ive seen.... of the orange lime tasting amphetamine, the world can end in adderal's sexy steam, but like Frost, I hold with ice, zombies sleep face down in heroin's cold saltwater streams, orange and blue, two wings of the beast, fire and ice in the bloodstream, fire gets what it desires, but ice never tires.....can the au natural hero contend in the end, against these, fighting the minatour in hell labyrinthine, the answer is yes, from the undersized hero of ancient Greece.
Go my husband, show the Romans how to die.
Poison will slip thru my lips,
As the gladeus slips your spine.
Go my love, give the Romans something to write,
Inhale the smoke, from the sacred Athenian grove,
The invaders burn, where we were pronounced man and wife.
Go my husband, show their might ~love is Etruscan,
That once ruled their tribe,
Look, the Roman General already wants a Greek wife.
And wants to spare your life,
Go...Show them how to die,
Our love will make their spears sigh,
They run into their own swords, held by their trusted centurion chest high.
We run into each others arms,
For the last kiss on this side,
The enemy can know,
We gaze forever into eachother with death's unblinking eyes,
Go my love, show them what we value in life,
Preparing for the last tragic nuptial,
To find each other through the dark death night.
In the glaze,
of a lover's gaze,
in the iris,
I see the virus,
a petri floatin in a dilate haze,
Those dishes, are so delicious,
For my dna is nutritious,
But is love so viral,
As to absorb my spiral,
Rewrite in a different way,
Would those dishes,
Still command my kisses,
If I chose to love,
At a distance,
Is love only a charming virus,
Do I have to be absorbed,
And be rewritten,
Cannot we be lovers,
Stenciled on Grecian dishes,
Almost and never to touch,
I love the nightlife, I love the lotus,
in the island that holds us,
campfire in our eyes as the fire smolders,
I love the nightlife, I love the lotus,
watching infinity wind down,
in the waves curling towards us,
no one from our ship has our voltage,
only born on our eclipse, will know this,
one foot in island's moon meadow,
where we picked the lotus,
then barefoot to infinity destroyed before us,
moonlight on dark tree line,
is our voltage,
campfire in our eyes,
campfire in our lies,
the fire holds,
due to the lotus folds,
which are our iris lines,
moon makes dark twined canopy porous,
then from white light into crashing chorus,
eternal ripples destroyed before us,
as a ripple in moon meadow's lotus.
Voracity is the centipede,
hunting in a-downhill-bleed,
pull what you think is a string,
to pitch your tent,
feel the centi clench,
and incision of dopamine,
your esophagus that screams,
could have had the segments and seams,
harking back to when the earth was steam,
when night jungle shines upon it,
with a red lens,
as it devours a tarantula,
adding a segment to its length,
sense the kinship,
sense the progenitor strength,
turn your red light on,
see the red esophagus of black chiton,
run for the zenith,
before the apex makes you bleedeth,
let your bayonet it bite on,
drop in alchohol,
and as a dragon,
it will soar and fight on,
beware the apex,
only the mountain,
set your sights on,
beware the early esophagus,
of red-neon, black chiton.