Himself a machine,
Like a cool train
Like a moving rollercoaster
Like a ravaging mechanical animal

Iron oil and rust,
Pulsating boiling blood
Bursting brilliantly.

How is it I can have 219 contacts in my phone, and none of them are friends or family?

Unhampered velocity, flow of continuity

Selected autonomy, explore your philosophy

Treaded geography, to grasp empathically

Of no ambiguity, to reason amicably

Of no accord, nonsensical

The freedom just to be



Desire ambitiously, of difference unusually

Give access academically, promotions periodically

Acts of kind sporadically, improvise remarkably

Caring sentimentally, peacefulness tranquillity

Of one accord intentional

The freedom to be me



Written by Geraldine Taylor ©

My hands they glitter white
They haven't touched sunlight
within the week

My skin's surface is tight
The blood does not feel right--
am I a freak?

In colors bold and bright
My pale shell could ignite...
what do I seek?

To feel free flying fright
Unleash the silver night
And hear Her speak.