Saturday, December 19, 2015

River Mind

Oh for Kanye, to see for love, to set for examples; and oh for Lana, to see for fevers, to torch for love.     I’m spinning and dying and teary through a storm. The hells visit, to sip and dip and die and live. This is magic, for pictures broken, to love a first born. The lights are yellow, for pure fear, and psychs in the background. I feel it beating, a torn lockdown, to sit a cell; and god knew, to search a heart, to love a rose; and love died, to birth a jewel—and hating me sorely; for life is green, a not to know, where friction grieves.     I love for essence, a bit for shook, to speak of Mobb Deep; but not for panic, but ever for love, a turn for intimate; in which is life, the lines of words, to feather a memory; where heart is grand, to rapture a swan, to filter a mother; and yes it works, to tour forgiveness, to shed for light.     I watch for sadness, as tore as love—when hell broke free.     We tether a feeling, a bit unfree, and yearning for freedom.     I concentrate, to feel for eyes, to drive a soul; where feelings rule, to roam the shadows, as brilliant as street lights.     I feel a soul, nearly stranded, enlove with the future. We mingle and move, to die through liquor, enlove with a goddess.     Oh for fairness, and long legs, and the danger of breasts.    It’s more the tears, and more the flings, to see for bouncing rivers.     Indeed for resting and looking afar, a crow in a closet; for this is life, to see you in nightmares, as rich as pulsation.     I’ve been loving you, through broken vibes, to finally enter; and this is death, for love is free, a passing passion; but ever this more, to want for privilege, a fool in a village; and god heard, to spread for rain, and trigger a pull back; where essence grew—a soon return, a jester in the courts.     

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