What can I say for the enamored self?
But a sad saga of faded glory...
Who are we to love at all?
There are no ghosts watching through your walls....

You told me my colors clashed
But I think them more to dash
and lash out
at passersby to sing and scream,
to shout
to sigh and shrug,
to let it all out

To breathe real deep and hold it there
my chest the spectrum swells to a tear
dulls, pallids, dry and opaque
to sing and scream, to shout,
to shake.
Violently to wake.

Violently vaporize voluptuously
from lustful lucidity lusciously
to chromatically color kaleidoscopically
and wake.
Silently shake and to...
Brilliantly Break.

Such a brilliant break, the day's.
To shatter smoothly in calm collision

through the dripping dew, the haze
Oh the grip of you, the taste

        Such a fantastic fission
Illuminate
          Such a drastic decision
in a dreamstate.
             Such a calm collision.

You told me my colors clashed.

Your eyes, my sinking shrine
A wishing well in Town Square
filled with hope and change over time
Long and Loving I would sweetly stare
copper glowin' fine

Your eyes, at the present, you forgot to mention
what new love with my coins did you buy?

Your eyes, at the present, you forgot to mention
was my wishing well shrine emptied in the night?

Your eyes, at the present, you forgot to mention
why void of shine, lined with lies?




You told me my colors clashed
Your eyes, though sublime,
Maybe Mis-matched.

When I say, do you feel me?
I'm not meaning in a literal sense.
Get your hands off of my mindset.

You've left me here with an undercurrent of doom
For me to fend on my own and live through a gray shade of gloom
You only try once and throw me away
To places where I hide and will always stay
Father, I forbid you from seeing me this way
I'm usually not myself these days
Don't ask me where I'm going, don't ask if I need help
Because like many other things, you'll just toss me onto a shelf
I don't see things too clear anymore now
I sometimes do things that I am never allowed
I'll never miss you when I go
Even when I'm buried deep into the ground, six feet low...

And so you have finally found someone new
Does he look into your eyes like I used to...?
Does he cuddle up tenderly to you like I used to...?
Step along the stones, the sidewalk of peril
Sing him lullabies and Christmas carols...
Is he a mere placeholder or an imitation of me?
Does he like violence and staring at the sea?
Is he all you really need? Does he not see your inner beauty?
Mother may I, a sorrowful sonnet for two
Had I puked out my words, just for you...
While all the beaten ladies sit and pawn their hearts
To the husbands who'd beat them
Inside the fancy shopping mart
Fractured noses and lacerated arms
Now your words will do me no harm...

HARD Issoft, nearly almost always
to phalanges strung in distinct feminine howling
striations pressed on all the everywhere of
cobbled mucous enunciated with thick muscles bent
on masculine bones packed slightly tight
and i'm **** lungs bunching across the varied consistent
folds of your open naked mouth
        that i         sting                  in                               everfor

a hideously beautyfull beAst

to be so
without punctuation
and verbing
                with your soft nouns. it is i, it is thy, it is we(re an aroma

i've a pale carnivore,
slaying passively the night
  in my cotton ember
and with velvet detergent she sprays me
***** loose hinges cravenly and pink
and disheveled lips
i split
          unmutable vast minute vines
snare exactly my naked burning crust
    an shuck absolutely
the dull sheathe of my so
unlovely
                 ****

she '
           s a bigflavor
stuffed with agile bones
and gracious stocky elated heat. winsome flush density: that to(o
which i'm merely malleable metal
some gold, palmed freshly
in the grove of supple magic
a boisterous thigh and i,m love

                        I,m

massive.

i
  ' m witless charming music i
                                              m '
clumsy lighting gnashing slow
at lewd digestible ****** of your swift
fiber shedding miracle or you
                                                     my quavering note
      of pure violence
                                         stabbing rightly my paunchy ego
    and bleding
          i steal into your absolute cherry and marvel
viciously the timber of your soul
which burns and freezes gratuitously like the sun and earth
who are lovers like we
effortless
     and
                                                    )ETERNAl

patient violence: wait at the breach
i'll let you captivate my sinew
when the bell tolls. resounding
activation; articulate fists dapple
cambered flesh

kiss pretty ugly knuckles
love the pain shower
b            u                t
so it tolls again
the exact ring of rest
calls to my hands
"steady breathes now,
in this minute"

i await it's summons to
birth
           purple
                         blossoms