lead the way, my darling
down to hell and suffering
I won't feel anything
cause you're that something

Dance with me, darling
Dance with me under the stars
And the glimmer of the moon.
Dance with me, darling
Sweep me off my feet
And make me swoon.
Dance with me, darling
Hold me in your arms
And let's sway to and fro.
Dance with me, darling
Just hold me close
And don't let go.
Oh darling, just dance with me

…the Earth stood still cause of thee…
…and the sky gazed out of glee…
…when you gave a loving glance at me…
…my darling…my love…yes that glance at me…
…i was wandering in the dessert of pain…
…for the desire of your smile and rain…
…like a mirage was your beauty and then…
…you gave me a loving glance at ten…
…O’ you beautiful where have you been…
…i got your way to my heart clean…
…End of roads and none between…

Desert Rose, she grows in the light of the moon
She glows like a ghost amid wandering ghouls
Beautiful and rare, she loves the desert air
and I love to see her bloom after the rain falls

Be my Tree of Life
Be my Peace of Mind
She's my Healing Light
At the end of every night

Desert Rose, her eyes of crystal-clear skyblue
I don't wanna be anywhere but here with you
Against your ivory skin, and to caress your spun-gold hair
The starlight in your smile burns right through my despair

You're the only one who understands me
And still there's sunshine in your eyes
You're the only one with whom I can be
Who I truly am inside

Be my Tree of Life
Be my Peace of Mind
She's my Healing Light
At the end of every night
Oh, darling
Be my Tree of Life
Be my Peace of Mind
She's my Healing Light
At the end of every night

To be classifiable, she nervously applies the cake to her nostrils
While splinters stick in her fingertips. 30. To be a woman she
Harvests necrotic insects and dances in Warhol underpants.

I explain how gravity loves the catalogue of your unique hollywood
Romances. Each train takes a new storyline through the ****** treetops
And counterfeit addictions she poises herself in to seem attractive to
Each magazine under her daddy's workbench.

Being a woman is more than big ***** and paint for brains. Some skins Cling to the reels of the love language sprinting through historical Venetian street settings. I smoke ***** with wizards.

For the first time I witness the acatalepsy of the Irish, but narrowly
Passing the beguiling succor that renders the whim of persons
In the acronychal hours.

I'm telling you your hands are my new exoskeleton. I take to you
With the excitement of gravity. New denude photographs of pallor
Fleshes upstay the human trials we are blessed to share in this open sky,
Where I warn the blues of the sky to be jealous of these sciophilous Women who experience the unyielding pressure to feel the pleasures
Our confabulations offer acushla.

Last night I was shivering
I owned sorrow as mine
You came forward filling the night
Within unseen kisses and hugs

The silence mocked
The pain knocked
What seemed so right turned wrong
What has provoked slowly revoked

You once told me to be brave
Just to obey what has taught me
And what has ruled and created me
I'm no one to be, no one to be

Darling, I've seen tiredness in your eyes
And the hiding grim behind your smiles
Let me wound the sadness for you
So will I weep the scars that gnaw you

We afford too much sore to cope
And wandering too much for home
We've forgotten, we've been untold
That we have each other to hold.

My love, we should've known to whom we belong.

Feb, 12 2016.
09:51 pm
I'm quite insane.