Send me some token, that my hope may live,
  Or that my easeless thoughts may sleep and rest;
Send me some honey to make sweet my hive,
  That in my passions I may hope the best.
I beg no riband wrought with thine own hands,
  To knit our loves in the fantastic strain
Of new-touched youth; nor ring to show the stands
  Of our affection, that as that’s round and plain,
So should our loves meet in simplicity;
  No, nor the corals which thy wrist enfold,
Laced up together in congruity,
  To show our thoughts should rest in the same hold;
No, nor thy picture, though most gracious,
  And most desired, because best like the best;
Nor witty lines, which are most copious,
  Within the writings which thou hast addressed.

Send me nor this, nor that, to increase my store,
But swear thou think’st ‘I love thee,’ and no more.

i figure everything can see me
fluids​ moving up inside me
it cracks the code inside my atoms
chest is hurting heart is pumping
connect my flesh to the embryo
stitch into my genes
ya know
i wasn't born just yesterday
i was not born just any way
my talents knows it when they sieze it
make ya go ya cant believe it
projected light of consciousness
splits comb-strikes and leads it
have it here inside my pockets
little life and little rockets
pull my glow in my transceiver
data cosmos diamond lockets
redraw my lines in my own dimensions lies a
cruel unjust infinity's just
a tenth of my reality
born of one and two in one
in life we die in death
we shall remain
where the hall's externals walls us back out of a duality
to be a nothing once again
there is no synthesis to my thesis
once was lost but now im easeless
take my own life cuz i own it
cuts a hole into my recess
i am recklessly disurbed at what i am
where im at and im just not quite sick of it yet.

There was an Age undreamed of
The Promised Land of oblivion
Threatening oblivions of *** and death
It swims through the Earth,
Like a mermaid of the soil
Sources of the old morality
A night of indifference, apathy, chaos
When you get lost in love
Going into the dark
Out forever and ever
To be noticed by the universe of mad idealism,
Forbidden desires
Memories we can never rub away
All the ****** easeless torments for the unknowable,
My own irrefutable geography
Curled in the narrow monk's bed
Flooding across the rough wooden floor
Into the old soil of the garden,

Gypsy