Confirm the fact and fate
Of a life of contrariety & frustrations,
With a note on every date,
And a count of its disruptions.

Bear it all with amusement,
Be a witness and shed the torment,
Give it beautiful words for garment,
Help heal the worlds' ailments.

You are the maker of your Joy
So wait not for the end of all ploys,
To grant yourself the gift of radiance,
And step into moments of only gracious dance...

Screaming ***** & Volumes of joys ungiven
An uneasy joint & The Waste made to happen
For lost Hedon & pleasures untaken.

...

So,
You, are a high one free of those burdens
A woman of the real and true garden of Eden.
Call me then, and if in Eros you're a brethren,
I'll find a quick way out of the shackles of this den.

Bad love, bad ties broken
Of the bitter truth a token,
That Wisdom is nowhere to be found
Where there is nothing but a rotten bound

Up and ***** and deprived of ***
In the throes of desire for a future ex
A never to be assault of Harmony's Lex
On the set of righteous Chaos' Rex.

You are perfect and I am vexed,
So what I am doing next,
Is make contact and send a text,
To see what, and how that, needs to be flexed.

In the recesses of my mind
Lies a fearless monster
Whose heart is blessed and blind
And whose love grows forever

Its beauty glows of a shine
That suns and moons polish brighter
And its pain draws a line
That tears and turns into laughter

Its madness is of wisdom a shrine
And its lightness can never grow paler
For He expresses the sublime
That my aches breed for you, dear Reader.

Night clouds rip apart,
Tension fields and a poisonous dart,
Obvious schemes, nay wheels of the cart...
Heighten up, and change your ways, Bart.

A crypt in a flurry of words
On pearls, fires, and swords,
Raised on a fertile ground,
Under a merry-go-round,
On a path of a flower and a rose,
And a healing through a prose.

A vision of fluid domains,
Sights of free purchase and open truth,
Where the streams of the plains,
Cross, merge, split and always soothe,
With the warmth of the sweetest rains.

There the thousands jewels' desires,
Flourish under the rays of radiant suns,
Crystals and clarity for crowns that never tire,
And I weave a waft of gold through which I run.