Making me edit my emotions
Cutting away pieces of how I captured
Our experience
To naught is sacred
Being
This nothingness
Taking its pure
And tainting this love for words
With your editorial hated

That sultry buttery edge of iron skillet toasted Pumpernickel toast

Lavished over the tongue
No words to fully explain how buttery bread taste just like a type of meat you've never experienced

The french Figured
Out a way to
Simplify the cooking
Experience

Sheer brilliance
I say, Sheer brilliance

But I wonder why the
Bologna doesn't Fry until the Bubble
Forms when my grandma used to cook it?

The french Figured
Out a way to
Simplify the cooking
Experience

Sheer brilliance
I say, Sheer brilliance

But I wonder why the
Bologna doesn't Fry until the Bubble
Forms when my grandma used to cook it?

Staring at me
Cooking my food
In the shadows

Yeah you thought
I didn't see you
Creeping by
To see if I'm
Watching you watching me

Creepy

I want to take a walk in the wintertime
So my heart can identify its external condition

Death,  peace,  love
Freedom,  silence,  pain
Caring,  hope,  perspective

She loved
She lived

Hope dreams of another day
Another second mirrored
Etched into my heart

Making peace my Foundation
She taught me well
To sacrifice
Determination

Live,  love,  peace
Silence,  Foundation,  peace
Finding myself
Allowing her to live forever
In heart and spirit
We will meet again