I shall amend the last line
Give me my sand and water so I can remove such a blight for you

What
You do not wish my hand to slay the crosses and lines?
Have a stain where I wrote my minutes lost forever
And not my original pact?
Then why stay my hand?
Did it occur that as I set my tools to bed
And pick up another tail from the carcass you made me ****
Something like this would not stifle me
And you?

Fine
Have it your way either way you spin my grip
I am only the tangible extension of your whims
Mine are gone with the soul of discarded beast at my table
The thought not crossing my mind to follow its shadow while you stare
Your eyes bore holes into my back until I bleed out the right words for you
And you grant me passage to take my own flight

I shall amend the next line
Give me my sand and water so I can clean such a messy thought for you

Distraction impede the motion of the text
As I am stuck in irons of punctuation you keep shape-changing
Broken out of comma's pauses
And you slap the final periods onto my palms that I can never step from
Blots form on the statements then
And enraged that I resist you start again

Yes
I am listening to what you have said
As my fingers dig trenches into my wrist I hear you
I hear you even when I am given time to sleep
Your orders yet another pain of baring flesh
Shred down to its rawest level by my patience to not depart
In the smallest fraction of clarity as you blink to reset your retinue

I shall amend the first line
Give me my sand and water so I can change such a story for you

Whenever you breathe the final end
Be it in my lifetime or the one I have left to stand you
Let it be that I catch your exhale in a empty inkwell
And trap your toxic soul in the same black that is the colour of your self
I would very much like to chain you to this prison dwelling
Watch as I sit ***** to crack and flex and breathe out your affect

Indeed I know ahead
The present master by my chair guide a tired limb
To make a yay a nay and a day forever
As your telling dawdles into nonsense does it blend
Make friends of enemies and daggers into pens
Must I suffer any longer re-stepping over the same syllables
I will not hesitate to respell a weapon out of my instruments

She lifted the morning flap her eyes
on water but things felt distressed
She needed so much to hold onto
something that was bright nice lines
with structures with meaning
But the places she went
was overgrown
was hitting hard times

The family was not aware
of the state
property lit by only
heaven knew the story
behind the lighthouse
“I do indeed know what
you mean or do I?"
So much thinking and
time lot of history
behind these lighthouses

Well, we all know what he’s after
wanting to meet the heiress
he was born
with the lighthouse spoon
But her gentlemen stopped
like stock-still
kinda a ludicrous mixture went
high stern voiced he is
What about the high tea tide
went dreadfully
with waved by at her
keepsake humor
Sometimes she would be so startled
to wake up to him so close proximity
she felt his slight breeze.

But couldn’t hear the faint of whispers
But the sounds got more intense
like his continual sounds how he met
“Let’s start again, like to dove birds
“Like you came looking for him
you echoed cataloging his picture
What was it intrigued and how things
could just respell over her
Sometimes it was bad and distasteful

How she hold’s on to her heirlooms. She had amazing command over her body and her blushed cheeks she was the control. He’s one of the arbiters he could be quite diabolical and she sometimes could see right through his sea eyes. The force went higher he took more of a chance dives of potential.

It needed to be restored to a former
self like a flower
the morning of September glory
The morning mist was getting higher
but she had this necklace it could have
lit up a whole entire lighthouse
This was handed down to her she
fled like the heiress from ancient times
Poseidon of generations
Like the God of the sea, the brother Zeus
made such a fuss everything so articulate
and the structure had to be magnificently
perfect
Like those iconic movie stars,
they just shine on. So blue velvet sky
“Elizabeth Blue Violet” pansies, or
Doris Day, our house its just another day
I saved the best for last Judy Garland
she sings up the entire lighthouse.

God Apollo reached up to the lighthouses
like the chariots statues were being loved by
the Patriots There was nothing no one could
put a finger of account there was something
about him all elegance
With a final importantly transient
an image that he projected
The day was getting longer but by the sea,
you could see no man is an Island but a
lot of hidden treasure of keepsake how
the sunset reflected on her skin.

A vision of honey golden watered
eyes that wanted to be up
in the lighthouse
looking down at him from the sea
Those lighthouses in America 12
iron Stanchion like the powerful
the psychic full force of bell
sounds near the lighthouses
How they would go off in
different times
but she had this facade and a lot of
the confidence she needed
more training
on him and defense

Her name was
Georgette what an enchanting
painting
of lighthouses and one
of them caught her
like he gave her the
crepe (Suzette) eye
like the bell rock

Many moons ago 1810
greatest achievement it was
an iconic movie vision
(Dynasty Blake) was well read with high
standards but he was pleased to
her when it suited him.

and to be showered by someone that can
light up her breeze ripple past.

He was eminent eligible and super rich and titled.
She could see him in the mystic bewildered

She wishes she was with him to
smile fleetingly so (Iconic) the name with dignity
Slowly she looked around again where could
he be in the lighthouse she sensed and
thought she saw a shadow
Her innocent daydream how could
it becomes more distant than ever

“She detested sometimes he knew about her fears

She was afraid “Whats to become”
she took a deep, shuddering

breath of sea air a loud pouring of contempt
She always feared what will happen next
”What happened?
He was getting to her a
surge of threatening energy
How she could tip her head up
she had these fun tower looking eyes.

But he was always on top and she needed to
see things for what they really are higher
She was feeling every single rock
digging into her back.

Wanting to go to the ball she was absorbed
like something overflowed it masked
her eyes her spirit
like an ultimate game, the keepsake be
careful how it could wear you
down in flames
How she was born and bred to the
higher anchor
but he was the shield
She-devil Islander demands and things
the Rhode Island lighthouses as she was
reading it she saw
his name on the bottom of the page

She was enamored but he had never felt the
tallest inclination to succumb keepsake
in her corner deadly
spark of the tomb

She was looking up at the
lighthouse clock
how in the corner of her
eyes something
was ticking like a candelabrum
then the doorbell rings and that
was history
Those sentinels shined over two
miles of the harbors.
..He had had one particular bell
ringing on for her
She identified the bell she
gave off the energy
He had to resist reaching out to her
deliberately he allowed himself to drift
right through her mind how she heard
the tower ring from many moons ago