In my head I had this picture
Of lovely pink and purple hues
A picture of "true beauty"
Defined by others' views

And through such rosy (biased) glasses,
I set out onto the world
Truly red at heart; On the outside,
A "perfect" pink and purple girl.

With some time, the pink shine faded
The purple glow was no more
When I met you, I was ashamed
Proclaiming how perfect I was before

I said - Don't you worry,
I can restore the shine and glow.
To which you did object
Saying there was something I should know.

I thought you quite insane
When you had simply said
Of all the colours in all the world
I see perfection in red.

I didn't quite believe you
I just completely failed to see
How someone would choose red
When they could have a pink and purple me

Though it took some time,
Your words did get through
The picture in my head
No longer tainted by others' views.

Beauty lies in more
Than in a couple of "perfect" hues
Perfection can be seen
In reds, yellows, greens and blues

The truest beauty lies within
A heart that is happy
Now my red shines proud.

...You changed the way I see me.

wanna move to San Diego,
con some fools and start some trouble
wanna live by The Sea,
swoon aged men with beer and stubble
wanna learn The Waves,
ride my heart into the yellow sun
wanna move to San Diego,
go from nothing to bein' someone

... And as the sun set and the eve approached,
A golden beacon shone through the trees and across the sky.
Now, almost six months since then,
The shine has faded and I'm miles away,
Yet you still give me butterflies.

the hours rise up putting off stars and it is
dawn
into the street of the sky light walks scattering poems

on earth a candle is
extinguished     the city
wakes
with a song upon her
mouth having death in her eyes

and it is dawn
the world
goes forth to ****** dreams….

i see in the street where strong
men are digging bread
and i see the brutal faces of
people contented hideous hopeless cruel happy

and it is day,

in the mirror
i see a frail
man
dreaming
dreams
dreams in the mirror

and it
is dusk    on earth

a candle is lighted
and it is dark.
the people are in their houses
the frail man is in his bed
the city

sleeps with death upon her mouth having a song in her eyes
the hours descend,
putting on stars….

in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems

my naked lady framed
in twilight is an accident

whose niceness betters easily the intent
of genius—
                        painting wholly feels ashamed
before this music,and poetry cannot
go near because perfectly fearful.

meanwhile these speak her wonderful
But i(having in my arms caught

the picture)hurry it slowly

to my mouth,taste the accurate demure
ferocious
              rhythm of
                            precise
laziness.  Eat the price

of an imaginable gesture

exact warm unholy

i have loved,let us see if that’s all.
Bit into you as teeth,in the stone
of a musical fruit.  My lips pleasantly groan
on your taste.  Jumped the quick wall

of your smile into stupid gardens
if this were not enough(not really enough
pulled one before one the vague tough

exquisite

              flowers, whom hardens
richly, darkness. On the whole
possibly have i loved….?you)
                                    sheath before sheath

stripped to the Odour.  (and here’s what WhoEver will know
Had you as bite teeth;
i stood with you as a foal

stands but as the trees,lay,which grow