That's as substantial as it gets.
After that, it's words make flesh
free to manifest...
truly is no end to what that involves.
I can sit to think
or stand & pray, but
deliverance in virtue
has certainly had its way.
No need to ask for answers
from questions stirred too late;
or wake-up jotting dreams
worn-off your sleeping mate.

Its edition defies all it cares to:
some would say one thing
another wouldn't dare to.
Thought-exchange opened free-range --
lapping tirelessly at creation.
Creation everywhere
built upon something
while everything
everywhere
created out of nothing.
Souls to bare & written here
Thought-exchange & free to hear.

You tried to burn me down
I was wood in a fire
I was kindling drowned
In gasoline.

You tried to burn me down
And you did
You burned and burned
Until I was reduced to charcoal and ash.

What you didn’t know was
Charcoal makes art
Charcoal inspires others
Charcoal is art made from ashes.

Talking to you
Is like walking on thin ice
Covered in eggshells
And infested with mines.

She was drawn to all useless pieces,
All the hideous parts of everything, she loved
It was mysterious, yet it made sense

That's why she loved me,
Because I'm also made of broken parts

This day of love,
My heart slowly wants to crack
Slowly and foolishly weak
It starts to crumble into pieces,
Like stars that we once wished to in the sky

A wished selfishly forgotten by the gods
Loved washed away by tears of our broken hearts
But the Gods should remain still,
For this Valentines Day
My heart will never break apart

why is it that the zombie can't speak?
why are zombies poor?

why are most vampires rich, educated and always dressed well?



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