such
recurring fantasies our breathers from harshness so subsumed in trenches; this
myth in our souls this all forgiving creature this romantic and sensuous
machine; this intelligent due for dynasties or due for deaths as something
incredible and fantastic; those days to pacing and looking at images and
imagining a nice conversational and pushy existence. I deserve a little winning
where most would sense I’m winning while I possess intimate details; this
sexual polite essence at once a cruel and unforgiving treasury while life
rethinks our agendas; to plan for seasons and disappointed for millennia while
a calm approach avoids expectations; but essence to guts and guts to hearts
while brains are running into fantasies; this welcome in us this village in
clouds or those sky-cliffs. I have sung arbitrarily. I have wrung out feelings.
And I have sought to see you in sheer awesomeness. This place in emotions this elfin
atypical charm while dialogue seems so devastating; as pictured souls reliving
tortured existence to locate solace in fantasies; such feminine sexuality or
masculine assimilation or something switching its coordinates; if but to an
unsung fire or resonating in tragedy but un-cursed and deliberating.
I
mesh colors and dine with roses or a bit maladjusted; such deep concern in this
mixed world where one claims normality; those aqua blue eyes those green pearly
tulips or devastated where one has projected you; this outward music as it
seeps into majesty where one communes with sequences; such daughter justice
this inversion in blood where reality isn’t neatly put to bolts; so up against
this system this dynamic and glorified philosophy as burning this sentence into
existence; but days get old and eternal retribution seems askew and thunder has
appeared in our Cross; most despise Jesus and most despise cultures where most
adore celebrities; a woman envied by the masses or a gentleman discounted for
reasons while one might attempt to step outside of their creed; this feeling in
magenta those teal purple cries as aloof but near where one attempted to oust
me; but dew is honest and skies are foreboding while something so vicious is
adored as something so sweet; these renewable centers or this renewable curse
while niceties seem apropos; to tell those expressions to love like students or
upon and thereinto gravity; moreover my mind, at radiant fantasies so tragic so
bliss poignant and so regular in our eyes; those further criterions or those
deductive lies where a man doesn’t recognize deceiving himself.
we
meet certain mornings this unphysical relation where another is a bit to
grayness; for I never see myself, instead, I see tribulations, while another
might see something beautiful; to need and decide to push and tug or something
so high falling so low; those preconditioned responses as never claiming psychoanalysist
or becoming this pseudo-psychologist while nevertheless a bit too astute to
ignore osmoses; but Tender was special a tad bit angry in this world firing its
realities; those realists prisons this daughter Bastille or something too
complicated to call it as human; but those fantasies in deep dialogue at
gestalt shivers—where another is keen and another is wondering and I feel like
unachieved; for those eyes that configuration those gesticulations to soon upon
depression in a world needing dynasties where flux seems too heavy; to hate his
guts but to ponder over his words where something hits its terminal; this
turnpike phantom those un-churned feelings at something too regular to feel as
if normal; those pedicured grounds or those manicured rooftops as trims and
cherries but filmed by self-reflection; this permanent manifest this person so
interchangeable to love today something hated tomorrow; to adore something
unreachable to sing at silence or so cursed a soul must win.
