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Geometrically eternal
Like a thousand spinning diamonds
Your fish bowl eyes are spiraling
You pisces jesus man.
And I see my imaginary friend
From all those years ago
In my husbands magnetic aura
And I feel a bit like the time travelers wife
As if gods been loving me from the start
I wanted to grow up and marry the clouds and falling rain
Because they new my name
And they looked at me like I was something
To see.
Sever every broken end
I don't have the time
You were never a friend
You have proved them right
I never needed notice
I never needed care
I always knew
There would be nothing there.
And that's alright with me
If that's alright with you.
You made the choice you choose too.
Be the one to.
Walk away yeah your the one too.
You walk away.

I ******* hate you.
art
Pastels fade into eachother
And then white
With no nuance of shadow
Then light upon light

This is a moment
This a thought
An idea will form
Then so will a plot

My heart will bleed
In the dark blues that appear
Out lines of black
To out line my fears

Red and flesh to show that I'm raw
A painting before you
Of a minds graceful fall
Blind sea gulls fly over the court yard
They smell the sodium sweat and hear the rumbling of the voices confusing them for the oceans whispers.
The people walked to and fro, from this task to that, under the sun packed into the court yard elbows to elbows waiting in line or walking through to some other destination. Never bothering to wonder about comfort.  A miracle in itself were the deaf pigeons who lived in the court yard among the ruckus. They paced on the side walk between feet and sometimes wheels, from whatever cart was being aimlessly pushed. But an even bigger feat were those who feed the pigeons daily, there for only that. Well the seagulls smelling the wretched sweat and hearing what sounded to be meaningless sloshing of water, the gulls went to land.  Upon landing they were quickly screamed at and kicked as they did their best to blindly dodge the humans feet. Finally they ran upon that area where the pigeons spend their time bobbing and weaving and they ran into the pigeons and the pigeons cooed and purred and huffed out of the way pecking seed and bread as it fell. They pigeons quietly muttered to themselves so much that the seagulls could fall close behind them reaching out and even feel their feathers from time to time with out upsetting them to much. The sea gulls tried talking to the pigeons but they never responded. Just went on cooing and purring and pecking at.... at what seemed to be food. The sea gulls soon learned the pigeons were sloppy eaters and they took to picking up the crumbs they left behind as they followed the pigeons through the court yard. The pigeons on the other hand were nervous. But they didn't think to much about the feeling. They were deaf, so what was there to think about when no one has ever communicated anything to you. Yeah the pigeons were kind of dim and they just continued on, as the sea gulls followed them, every few days asking for directions to the nearest beach. Never getting a response.
Scenic flavor, I thought I was sitting in a friend's living room, but when the molecules began reflecting light in a different way, I wasn't sure I was any where, or if I ever had been.
Saturation glows like lightening bug abdomen but its coming from the skin.
I would expect everything to glow in the dark but when it does I can't believe it.
Suddenly dreams don't seem so abstract and life not all that real. A play I've been confused by, until those fleeting moments when the molecules reflect the light differently, and my eyes catch the glimmer and everything seems the same, but the demensions are different.
In a town not far from here I once knew of a girl who was far from clean but she glowed of holiness just like you might guess any agent of the almighty had.  
Hep c and spinal erosion she blasted more than just intravenous drugs into her stream.  
Which is why from the base of her spine to the top of her heart seemed to be far over powered by something not quite herself. You could say it was a jin, though lucifer would say it's something of men,
But he knew more, than us, didn't he
Quaking deep in the ***** of eden
Was desire for expression
Which came in form of change
That was painful to with stand

Like the stretching of the tendons
And the growing of the hair
Like the bending of an elbow
Or a muscle starting to tear

God wanted more
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