The red words
Of a passionate rose
Pricked my finger
Causing it to bleed
As I worried myself
About it
I thought about it at
This speed
Out of the nothingness

A power to motion love
As it is said
That day is light
And night is nothing
But a shadow
With us well lit
Inside of it
Without thoughts
In mind of a hybrid
As we are one in a love

A rose from the concrete
Is a spirit
A love so
Unsweet
Is a soul
To have
Is beauty
A life of some
Things unseen
With the ways
Of peace as
We have unity

A sign of power
To be a
Human being
In a cold world
I think of sin
Believe it
I am of sin
Believe it
I touch to sin
Believe it
In a thoughtless
Feeling
We become
Sin
A love
Sin
A life
Sin
A death
To sin

With a battle cry
Through the light and the dark
You can be rare
A life or death object
As you blow through the wind
With a love sigh
As a heart subsides
With your beauty
You come alive

I can see you
In the ways of
A vision
As we belong to a love
So innocent
So many
In a life of a few
Have the best of
Both worlds
Out of passion
Power and people
That put together
A love at heart
With no hardship
Just beauty and
The magic of it all

A writer with a
Tool
Built a robot that
of a symbol
Represents
Five words
Write
Love
Life
draw
Poetry
With or without
A handle on things
as we abrupt the
Adjacent