Red is the color of love

It's the roses
he gave you for your birthday.
It's the color your face turns
when he holds your hand.
It's the lipstick
you left on his cheek.

It's the red velvet cake
on your wedding day
and the bow
you put in your baby girl's hair.
It's the her first bicycle
and her first car.

Now, It's the roses
he buys her for her birthday.
It's the color her face turns
when he holds her hand.
It's the color your face turns
as the tears stream down your face
on your baby girl's wedding day.

It's her turn to be Red

Quite unexpectedly, as Vasserot
The armless ambidextrian was lighting
A match between his great and second toe,
And Ralph the lion was engaged in biting
The neck of Madame Sossman while the drum
Pointed, and Teeny was about to cough
In waltz-time swinging Jocko by the thumb—
Quite unexpectedly the top blew off:

And there, there overhead, there, there hung over
Those thousands of white faces, those dazed eyes,
There in the starless dark the poise, the hover,
There with vast wings across the cancelled skies,
There in the sudden blackness the black pall
Of nothing, nothing, nothing—nothing at all.

Her eyes
Her eyes 
Oh those eyes...
They create something of a solar eclipse
A celestial rarity you may only look upon
When the universe permits
Rare and yet I’ve been told not to stare directly
Into the seductive light
Which makes it all the more tempting to take a peek
And become hypnotized
Once I look away from them
They become burned
Burned into my mind
So even with eyes shut I can’t help but feel her
Much like the moon dreams of her long lost lover
She catches briefly only at dusk and dawn
Living from the shadows
Of the very thing that makes her shine
To me this is not mere coincidence
And like the Fates I do not play with dice
When a jigsaw is tossed in the air
And all of its pieces land into their rightful place
I do not see chance
I see providence

                           I see the impossible

                                                     ­       I see . . . you, staring back into me

There he is!
The man in the suit and tie!
Grab him!  Tackle him!
Strip him of all his clothes!
He's indignant!  Look at his face!
Humiliated!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
****** pound him!
Pound his ****** face in the dirt!
Slam it!  Slam his head!
Against the pavement!
SLAM IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Claw his back!
Scrape every lair of skin off him!
Nails aren't enough!
Give me the knife!
OOOOOOOO look at the little man cwy!
CWY LITTLE MAN CWY!!!!
There are more of us than there are of you!
And that's why you mean nothing!
Skin him!  Skin him! Skin him!
**** it hurry and skin the ******!
So we can move on!
**** him!  **** him! **** him!
Shove it up his ***!
Look at him cry!
Pathetic!!!!
Worthless!!!!
Is he begging?!!!
Beg more *****!
I want you to beg!
Beg for death!
Beg for it *****!
BEG FOR IT!!!!!!!!
Hahahahah you convince me!
Bash his head in!
*******!!!!
Look at his brains split open!
It's all over the pavement!
We won my friends!
Today was a victory for the masses!
Now we can go home victorious!
Raise our ****** fists to the sky!
Today was a proud day for us all!

Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.

Seasons change,
But Autumn ,
She is a beauty,
Her trees are fragile and painted with
Color
The fragility of the leaves are quite elegant,
The scents and spices fill the air,
Autumn's air is warm and sweet and
Fulfilling,
When I walk outside
My spine receives a tingle from the brisk air,
I walk down the pavement staring at the beautiful leaves before my feet,
The fallen leaves remind me of lost souls and
The change of colors reminds me that humans are changing themselves,
The fragility and changes makes me wonder ever so much

stars are there at day
hidden in everything
sometimes you need the dark to see
so I close me eyes,
and I see you.

I don't want to see
Her with someone who will not
Love her the right way.

Life is a lot like cartoons.
You thought you understood things when you actually didn't.
You thought everything was nice and peachy but it actually wasn't.
You laughed at all the jokes you could never fully understand.
Do you remember being a child full of curiosity?
Asked so many questions just to get the same answer,
"You'll understand when you're older"
Well now that you understand things was it worth it?
You can understand all the sick jokes.
You know all the cruel stories behind everything.
Realized the creators used them to their own benefits.
Was it worth losing all the innocence?
I honestly want to go back.
Back to when I was younger.
When I could watch the cartoons without the subliminal nasty jokes.
When I thought the things were happy and didn't know the sad or ugly stories behind them.
I want the innocence I had back then.
I always thought the saying "ignorance is bliss" was crazy thought.
Now, it's the only thing I'm truly happy to understand.

& with your eyes so
g o l d e n
i'll cherish you
f o r e v e r
miss you
f o r e v e r
crave you
f o r e v e r

you were my everything~
my  l i g h t
my  s o u l
& my  a i r

i don't know how i'll
move on from
y o u

my beautiful
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