Jan 2015
Misplacing all of the failed products. Longevity concerned, I care only for you.
The oak's mortar cages new flowers. The cabin's perimeter gives death to fallen seeds.
My eyes do not see.
Before I speak, our campfire will host a bear's curiosity.
With haste, flesh and bone become not. The smoke will linger.
I press my ear to each pipe and listen to dreams of fortune and misfortune unabsolved.
Pause. Witness the birth of my first love.
My eyes peer too deep. The line frays. Precious ink is spilled in effort to scribe this Fate once again.
The young doctor, eager to please, pulls my love too soon. My stillborn future. The ache grows strong.
Torture is to be with one. Tasting my every conquest as needles, replaced with each new draught.
Lost is the tunnel producing such ash. May its methods be forgotten.
Your cage soothes my body. Temporal souvenir to our nights shared in sweat.
Tell me you have a chance unspent. Love is never easy. Spending it in the backseats or in the inn, just tell me.
It takes a captain to steer this ship.
Avert your gaze to the husk of the Kodiak. Memory sparks conversation 'twixt us.
Past deeds taint her innocence. But the blackness never darkens when devouring light.
Enlightenment is nothing to speak of. Today is a peace. Close to battle my margin's leavings.
My breakings of the law. A wizard's construct.
My posture will retrieve your witness. Farewell my only sculpture. Veins misplaced.
Our poles are pure. Adversity in his age.
Separate from your image, fickle love.
All of these words to confess the revation of my sight restored. I always hope you've stayed true.
Perfect dream. Thieving silo. Joyous halo, how much stronger your ore will become.
Challenges in the hammering. Perceive the bitings of the fingernails. A day left alone.
Where am I these days? In a place far from worry.
In the wilderness. Or the sequestered stables of the city.
I may not speak again.
With this closer feeling I stray towards a life of acquisition.
Lead me my true love.
Grant me decay and mercifully first, your poison.
The oak's mortar cages new flowers. The cabin's perimeter gives death to fallen seeds.
My eyes do not see.
Before I speak, our campfire will host a bear's curiosity.
With haste, flesh and bone become not. The smoke will linger.
I press my ear to each pipe and listen to dreams of fortune and misfortune unabsolved.
Pause. Witness the birth of my first love.
My eyes peer too deep. The line frays. Precious ink is spilled in effort to scribe this Fate once again.
The young doctor, eager to please, pulls my love too soon. My stillborn future. The ache grows strong.
Torture is to be with one. Tasting my every conquest as needles, replaced with each new draught.
Lost is the tunnel producing such ash. May its methods be forgotten.
Your cage soothes my body. Temporal souvenir to our nights shared in sweat.
Tell me you have a chance unspent. Love is never easy. Spending it in the backseats or in the inn, just tell me.
It takes a captain to steer this ship.
Avert your gaze to the husk of the Kodiak. Memory sparks conversation 'twixt us.
Past deeds taint her innocence. But the blackness never darkens when devouring light.
Enlightenment is nothing to speak of. Today is a peace. Close to battle my margin's leavings.
My breakings of the law. A wizard's construct.
My posture will retrieve your witness. Farewell my only sculpture. Veins misplaced.
Our poles are pure. Adversity in his age.
Separate from your image, fickle love.
All of these words to confess the revation of my sight restored. I always hope you've stayed true.
Perfect dream. Thieving silo. Joyous halo, how much stronger your ore will become.
Challenges in the hammering. Perceive the bitings of the fingernails. A day left alone.
Where am I these days? In a place far from worry.
In the wilderness. Or the sequestered stables of the city.
I may not speak again.
With this closer feeling I stray towards a life of acquisition.
Lead me my true love.
Grant me decay and mercifully first, your poison.
Tragedy.
