Go down the hill in Stormy Weather,
up by the canal there's a bottle of Whiskey,
and no one actually likes whiskey.
Step within the slabs of the pavement as you walk up the hill:
Order constraint.
and yet: it's touching on a disobedience.
only use it in moderation: order significance.
and i find - don't try to listen;
the music is so important because the Silence is what matters.
jazz is not about the music;
it's about the feeling,
and in the same way, as is Scotch Quarry Urban Park:
that, i don't need to: but i can and therefore i Will;
that order makes it uniquely mine;
Value is entirely Perception:
so Order it; don't let it order You.
Oct 6, 2025
Oct 6, 2025 at 3:41 PM UTC
i hate ‘i love you more’
you don’t. you don’t. i know you don’t.
i know i do. i know you don’t.
you ‘don’t’ nearly as much as i do.
you please when you want to please,
and you don’t when you don’t.
every day you don’t.
now when you do it feels so meaningless,
so don’t now, please don’t even try to now.
i think it might be too late.
because every day you didn’t.
was every day i did.
and the divide widened the more i did.
and it will widen and widen and widen and widen.
till it
won’t.
Jun 15, 2025
Jun 15, 2025 at 2:34 PM UTC
what is Beauty if it doesn’t look like you?
what is Precious if not the sight of you?
what lips so tethered, Scarlett red, she refuse?
what persons scent that she so heavenly pollute?
What is then, my love, if it’s not loving you:
My forever gorgeous hug, my deceiving fruit;
Where course my love while i retrieve mine over you:
How else do i love because i’m in love with you;
Jun 12, 2025
Jun 12, 2025 at 6:39 PM UTC
oh love, you’ll
always be mine.
he won’t ever
like upon your face or
cry ‘long’ upon
your touch
in such ached way that since
the first time my eyes ever
looked upon you,
my queen;
placed desire over your
sovereign, beauty and
my irrepressible sin,
i became the man of your engraving-
unrelentable,
a seal you never gave, kiss of
mine sanctified craving.
my love,
i’ll always be yours.
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 12:50 AM UTC
Forever in awe-
forever in wait,
for Mine - precious cold,
of a warm embrace.
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 12:47 AM UTC
Look on yours kneeled stature towards Him and
remark on your
homaged keel and vassal that:
He looks at you,
with
His pause rested on His Awe and
his Passion driven over
that Body of
his worshiped Subsidiary
which is
but engraved to him with
soft compliment lips;
lips that do and entice him
like the yoke of bended knee,
as She rises like
seduction
and rests Her fingers
over his gratified face.
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 12:45 AM UTC