DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, everyone dreams of a movie life that they never had:>
'do you have a movie idea?' she is asked my piano's stuck on notes that made a blast 'what is your absolute dream?' no clue!!! I scream now with that blood reaches my knees when I lie and shattered glass stains a cry but one selfish day of a one grey warning day on a Storm out of Vivaldi's norm I'll make November's violins spin the veins under my skin when an alarm's clock won't erase history nor dust the ink in black poetry the purple eye would know a who and an exact why when a sudden mother's scream won't defeat the eclipsed expressions or invisible heart beat nor the recall of empty lines things that used to be an impossible of possible defines when a sun's light won't make a memory in sleep swing nor the unnotice of a summer autumn winter or spring wouldn't keep the pen's color on a compass' tip on an adventure of a lost ship east kills west north kills south when the kissed would be a clear mouth to live for the hope of it all the said would be spit on a train station's phone call the fall would reach the death quest the unknown would be unraveled for the moment in rest but the dream's missing pieces has nothing to do with the recorder and that is why I would record ONCE then put the puzzle in a folder **** the ones who saw burn the **** machine after created in raw I did title 'Waste Before You Taste' a long time ago surely some greed changed my idea of mercy a question to be answered is jeopardy when no human shall know of there will be misery when a heart of glass would be dropped and broken when the darkest thunder of the dream was golden once the ought to be a secret would be a wonderland stolen I warned it would be a selfish day yet you listened and now the death penalty you pay