there are drops of Jupiter
in your hair
and
laughing jewels trickling
out your eyes
a harem of moons
hanging from
your pretty ears
constellations your
background music

even when i look at your
night face,
comfort and in peace
i am reminded that
yes,
even the largest of bodies
can be coaxed into their
loving orbit
the lord of worlds
fits inside your
smooth palms
and cancer
is surmountable.

The light leaking in from the stars whisper midnight
Only a flickering candle keeps time
Where but a dim lit room would suffice?
Muttering dreams to an empty white page.

The kind flame descends; with your spirit in hand,
you paint the image of a life to come
But the world seems to change so fast
Your hesitant brush can't keep up.

So you search in the shadows for a constant in time
And your eyes become fixed on a vase
Dehydrated flowers weaving fingers together
Like a garden of youth to suffuse empty space.

I awoke to see the world unfold
The crystal views I long to hold
To follow stars, a night calm and still
Getting lost among rich foothills

I came with you, our final dance
We walk the landscape hand in hand
Souls form to one like molding clay
With words we ruin the pure white page

I burnt myself today
a pain that made me feel alive

I hurt myself with a searing knife
laughing at the past as I then cried

the fields of sorrow swell
as the faces I once knew fade away
falling asleep to salty tears
forever in my dreams I want to stay

what have I let myself fall to
lungs of tar, blistered skin -
in this game of torture who do I think will lose
and who do I think will win?

Sat upon my throne of isolation
gazing through a fractured stare
forever nurturing my pitiful ego
slowly sinking into my own despair

a life of lies is all I've ever known
oh the dark times are ahead - where have all my friends gone?
Seems the strength I once prided myself with
now lies dead
a corpse at betrayals altar, stained incarnadine

slashed red

oh if only I could twist back time

if only I could travel back free of these scars,

I'd say sorry to my loved ones
and build something different beneath these new killer stars.

Someday over the rainbow we get high
and the things that we texted
will come true
Someday I'll wish upon a star
wake up next to you
Whiskey may  melt the rest
my fillings out
high above the chimney tops
That is where
we'll ***
Oh why, oh why,
can't I ***?

Fierce is god impenitrable
glad glad glad there is a
Fire up the street called Heaven
There is

A woman wearing only one shoe who is taking
an exhaustive drag of her smoke in the
early morning where birds are
still heard in
                                    !!!!!!cities

A hymnal a
heralded nest of savory berries A quartzstone is trapped in time a myth is made more ridiculous when proven real

Continents wither where the flies glue their

regal canvases on downtrodden earth (missing Pangea)

Or smiles everlasting smiles meanwhile
(Blonde tongues wearing fashioned wigs)
in constant state of beguilement

The Neanderthalic stones will be unforgiving to the REVEREND who has collapsed through his song the song of lead pipedream fantasies of sexless dogma YEAH monkhood yeah Ghat burning holes in twilit schools of thought or no thought at all


I can

hear the collective Faerie outcry that silence has presented itself HEAvier to their wicked careless bodies ok I am innocent of love I love your innocent love I am careless(of their wicked careless bodies)
ResemblingA swans actual duty to die
a swan lies a swan lay
like an even more beautiful swan
on even more beautiful swanny grass
To die by swanlightSUN and MOON white like the swan where we soon listen closely to the swansong a celestialLOVELY
rhythm of gilded forest (((((orchestrals
The swan leaves us in happiness of bright groggy light
                         O (of which in chaos of day I am again innocent)


     The Reverend's desperate gaspings into a  micro -phone for a macro - cosmic prayer idol o idol where is your capability for worship idol o where is my chinstrap o idol where is ****** youth or the romanticized eternal SUMMERS I sing
     O bible O cloudland O where is your telephone operator is they deceased by their own fragrant holines? The church
     Watches the Reverend neverend his television routine of clamoring death odes
     Watches his senility come like an implorical shadow outline watches a demon lick its dreamless lips beyond the periphery of godless dreams
     Watches
     Reverend lose his sight in anInstant
     HeWAILSheWAILSandWAILS can you hear it Thomas De Quincey can you hear the sandbeaches ringing more clearly than the ChurchBells or the ****** Pagoda for torture /

his soul is to sleep in the (mossy)mountain the fire of the (forever)street called HEAVEN the mountain column supporting the sky(swan)gate of heavenHeaven!welcome

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