sound of horn heralds-
bedecked bull ambles along,
a world gone, returns!

This is what I know of strength;
Its running headlong into detractors,
standing in the ring while the smoke clears,
then embracing the epiphany
when you can admit to yourself;

'I didn't know I had that in me.'

8am solo endless drives in
Purgatory
Will you remember me?
Will you still say say my say my name
Or have I disappeared into all these varying shades of 8am
Have I become the way I looked at him?
Will I fade here? Or will I reignite only to show you up
Turn up and burn up I know you never wanted me
Just wanted the person you imagined me to be
Now all I see is the white lines of this highway
Purgatory
Will you remember me?
Will this be
Forever?
8am fade out good so slow
I'm nobody's baby so nobody needs to know
My glass bloodwork and hazy brain
I know you don't see me the same
Purgatory.

And with this I decree ******* to be a national holiday
As I give my heart away saying **** what they say
Because on this day love is in the air
But lucky me I am still single as you can clearly tell
But the question is how if there are so many fish in the sea
All swimming right past me ignoring me
Even if silly me attempt to talk to thee
They all just give me the fin and jumps on another D
As he looks back just smiles at me
So here's me wave bye to mr. Luck
Knowing **** well he just wants to **** the sea
Sending them back to me crying
Just to burry their gem like eyes into everything but where I want them to be
Well **** life I scream to the court inside of me
Because I just got sentenced to you thought you were getting lucky
As I get hit with you're such a great guy
Oh my, ***** you lie
Because if I was a great guy why every time I try to talk to you, you say goodbye
I smell *******
But of course you don't think I smell it on thee
But hey this is my life
May I have some more ******* in wine
Because it looks like I'm calling it a night

am i the bull or am i the man?
am i the action or the plan?
am i the canvas or the paint?
am i the miracle or the saint?

Silver streams of light pour over me as I stand (rigid),
fabric billowing like current behind.
The Bull circles, muscles like rippling stone
(waits to pounce, o' tenacity).

A histrionic roar splits the sky,
like a makeshift engine revived.
All gears moving,
grinding,
calling for oil to soothe its aching joints.
Precious onyx glistens from within sunken sockets.

Every nerve ending tenses,
bracing for incoming attack.
We dance a dangerous tango,
of clashing swords and strange waves,
of instinct and desire.

I see him, recognize my fate
within the void that croons its siren song.
He sees me, accepts the nebulous pull
between us.
For the first time, he is both prey and predator,
pirouetting for asylum and control.
War god he is,
hunter he knows;
but I am Beast Tamer,
am Gazelle with dragon's breath.

The curtain falls and the Bull dives,
disappearing
behind the crimson like a napping flame.

plied playful pied piper oh puppeteer dream writer of a wonder and future so bright,
oh tell pray chance the grand wonders in morrows to come a stored store for the wondering fools of this world tonight.

casting, the irons so hot, malleable, tender in the hearts delights, here in this awkwardly worded flight, of fearless tendency, oh ****, necromancy?
****, yeah, that, that can stay far from sight. now, lets lead with the fixxen to wack the mole of ridiculous vixxen and fiction so true, so true the crookedly made house, rousted clout, for he is an ego far too large this alley mouse, pretending to be a cat without a house, oh wait that's me, scratch that last part, before someone figures out i was only a silly little roustabout, and hoping to rooster, and goose the calling of mine own loud *** mouth out. crap. this *****, but we are far from done, oh almost forgot you standing there, will you do us all a solid and tell us the way out? or at least what horse to bet on in the triple crown and the powered ***** all hanging out? your a Daisey if ya do.
SuperStar
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