you are nothing
until you know...

Not until you
can see the sea
in every single
little thing.

Come, dock at his harbor
become alive through
his lighting tower
as the waves come and go/
feel the warmth within you grow.
leave the bark aside at the pier's tow
and go, see what your light has to show.

You are nothing
until you know.

You are a purebred
adventurer within your
skeleton to stow.

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Love is .... Always Freely Flowing


)(

The enslaved EMOTION we write about here

Is not Love

But only


SELF ABUSE

::

( crawling at the feet of some designated

SUPERIOR PERSON ! )


And glorifying  this pathetic picture


Amongst the


LITTLE CRITTERS

( longing to be enslaved ( hence  "numb" )

who populate this  site

•


Poetry ****

for those in love with their sticky fingers !



.

What's your favorite part of firework show?
Definitely, the night sky's glow.

the finale is the best of all,
leaving us all
in utter
awe.

B
U
T
T T

What's your favorite type firework?
Is it the weeping willow
falling like twinkling snow?

Then the light can cover your shoulders,
As it falls, fades, then eventually turns to go

Id
ont
k
now.

Do you prefer the firework
that leaves you with only a lingering smirk?

What's your favorite type firework?
Do you appreciate the stars as they burst?
Do you like the ones that make you curse, first?

Popping, screeching,
while outreaching.
Leaching right in front of your eyes.
Smithereens smothering,
singing sorrowfully, it longs and
cries?

Ashes to ashes,
how do you
prefer
to
fall
to dust
while you light
the night sky?
tsk


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