Saturday, December 5, 2015

We Knew! & Never Knew!

We’re sick with yearning, for something pleasant, free of agitation. Oh for dreams, and whipped joys, flooded with strawberries. We want for tolerance, ours at all times, as if a center piece. If only this life, as selfish as unthought, running from closure; and more for brushes, an art aesthetic, to laugh at symmetry. We find it hurts, to search for new, alive between months; but oh for sick, for wheezing dearly, bleeding our lives; where onus is myth, to do it again, to cut a soul. I’m found to drift, where love is passion, to touch but a glow; and more she lives, a flower for graves, and envied dearly; so more she dies, to lose for solace, to fall his arms; where diamonds speak, the gesture of silence, to sit with presence. There’s such for difference, from dying to laughing, and nibbling fruits; and where was love, for buried within, to meet a chosen light. The
pains are different, a want to share, to shed a stranger; in which was us, sitting and lying, and hiding and grinning. The world knew, for something aflame—we played pretend; and now for hate, to know we knew, where laughs are like vinegar—a sour injection. The nights are pleased, despite for war, to know for never; for life is riddles, a crooked lens, to want for secrets. We fathom for little; but some just can’t, for it’s a bit too hard. So let us for know; as opposed to churning, an innocent life. Indeed for rants, to clear for temples, to whisper, “It’s known”; and both were lying, and speaking forever, as enlove as chimpanzees. I must for laughs, to witness life, spinning from an axis; but all must change, else for lonely, a bit cold and jaded; and we never knew, to seek for new, blaming for being caught; for never should look, if love be true, and never should ask. Its social chaos, a distorted thought, breaking humanity.    


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