As she spews contortion
from her violin chest
The sounds of C minor
began to build a nest
&
As he sifts through propaganda
of bamboo and blast beats
The floor begins to take him
for he hasn't slept in weeks

---

Their thoughts cascade like fire
around the sounds of Show Your Bones
And kerosine licks her wounds
as they spit it up upon old homes
They strike their fondest matches
and watch the wooden parts ungrow
And then they place them in each others mouth
Where no one else will ever go

She dances with rhythm amongst the chaos
while she weaves a tail of smoke
And the beauty caught in her third eye
is the only thing that's broke
His gaze is focused on only one thing
the pittered pattern of her percussion feet
As he finds warmth by the molten lava houses
while standing at the center of the street

Their goal was finely furnished
they burnt a hole right through their childhood
One that would scar their mother earth
who had forgotten how to feel this good
Their past was made of synapses
that could only be found up in their head
And when they really thought about it
they found that 'now' is all that's left

---

As she choreographed a drum line
with the snare found in her sole
The days, the months, the years: her life
began to take their toll
&
As his desk sits around him
he pens a mystery
Of flames and lust: of destruction
he can finally fall asleep

Life and time...

In life, leave
In time, use
In life, live
In time, ideal

Why do we exist but not sist to exist?

Water is useless to time,
Fire is unnecessary to time
Water is essential, to life
Fire is nonessential, to life

What happens if planet's rotate backwards?

Will we'll ungrow and get young again,
Will the medulla metamorphosis diminish,
If time could move much more fasters
We would had towards future
Travelling through speed of light towards future
If time could move more fasters but backwards,
We would stop reminiscing and live in a nostalgic life.

It takes time to make greatness,
Greatness is also timed by time it self.

Aberrant bloom, you doggedly ungrow-
once scarlet, now a pale and formless bud
(much tidier to nip when drained of blood)
writhes grimly down into the earth below.

O! fruitless vine, you hide yourself away,
ashamed to drink the stars' sufficient light-
and so, though worthy in another’s sight,
unworthiness begets a sick decay.

As the final hours come to an end
And one must take a very hard bend
Saying good bye, and reluctantly so
To the years one four, and add one more

The dawn of another year,
An unnoticeable vision, to the other ear
But for one standing here
It is the death of an age
And the start of a page
Oh! Time grows more!
But it cannot ungrow
You can try and try
(They even put it out of the dictionary!)
But one can only sigh

Oh time gone by!
If only we could call thee back,
There would be no track
Of all our double-acts
For we would only laze, and never be praised
And that is the God-bidden, one of facts!

You presented me your love,
Heart, mind, and soul sweeping over me,
An irresistible wave crashing upon,
The unmovable rock of my immature heart.

The spray exploded into an evanescent mist,
That covered our world completely,
And left you dazzled by an endless rainbow,
And left my blinded by the briny fog of my new love.

You offered free, unfettered, true and selfless love,
While I saw not you but a wondrous fantasy,
You yearned to build a nest in a nearby tree,
I yearned to spread my wings and learn to fly.

You were a woman, and I was a boy,
Not in age but in emotional maturity,
I listened attentively but heard your truth,
As through through an ocean of tears yet to come.

I loved you more than life all that I could,
But not, alas, more than my ego or myself,
I would have died for you, would gladly still,
And yet I killed your spirit most unwittingly.

I should have loved you more, loved myself less,
I should have loved you enough to let you go,
I should have listened with my heart and not my ears,
And seen you with my soul and not my eyes.

I've sown the seeds of true love on fallow ground,
But watered it with vinegar thinking it rain water,
And tender tendrils grew to gnarly trees,
That bore a bitter fruit for our nourishment.

The fault is mine, as is the shame,
I should have taken better care,
To tend our beautiful orchard,
Grown wild with the weeds of my neglect.

I cannot change the past, were that I could,
Too late to make amends, ungrow the weeds,
Or make wild lemon trees grow pomegranates,
But I can say I was wrong, can say I'm sorry.

I loved you then, my love,
I love you now with all my heart,
I will love you tomorrow and I hope,
Will love you even the day after I die.

It is the great tragedy of man,
That we too often learn vital truths,
Too late in life for you if not for me,
To profit from the knowledge gained through pain.

I would do anything to change the past,
To see you happy, not bitter, sad and anger filled,
To see you blossom as you should have done,
With a better mate, in a nest of deepest roots.

All I can say is that I am truly sorry,
That I love you truly and completely,
And that with God's grace I will do so as long as stars shine,
And there remains the faintest hope of my redemption.

Valentino was performing high fives
looking for the tried and tested for the night

A frightened lizard showed her reticence
whilst her brothers were rampant in their cravings
partying like  the last days of Rome

Let Peccano tell the truth
for once in his life
He could ungrow his nose
so he could follow  the nostrums