…so
many mirrors as time languishes while so remote to you; class A rain or B+
anguish while carrying strongly; those hilarious seconds one so consumed not
knowing Love adores dying; this seesaw agility those born to create where Love
might if death prevails; but daughters and laws where some respect neither; nor
were lights bleeding, and feeling so stagnant, while needing something
spiritual; however we live as cavalier warriors while losing and switching
perception—to analyze like living to presume like running if but some type of
balance; while Love is detriment and Love cleaned the castle where none of this
is new anymore; this familiar couch those familiar blinds and this familiar
intimacy; a man with problems looking for newness in an age bracket claiming
experience; if but to alert our daughters to something so true—to marry while
in college: it aches better it bleeds silver it dies with passion; too much
experience is deaths and so little experience is happiness while some of us
have been drug beneath sewers; but Love is something a feeling and Love knows
karate while we get lost in spiritual warfare; to give up life to sing in
essence while controlled by something endless—this black son this purple
revelation where many are stranded—looking into houses relighting candles where
patience becomes its reward….
I
museum us watching cartoons fly so lost in something where feelings are
estranged; this fueling fever those easy targets while asking for damnation;
our so clever minds our liquified hearts at something needing newness; our
responsibility in such as grayness to entertain daily; but something does exist
something so tender while souls are weary of eternity; such salt in you, while
teaching me, where for the right person tales are extraordinary; this scope
this insecurity or this fragile ass science; with nothing to grip with
everything to lose and living such an imbalance; to forget at times, or to
resent the love we law, where we realize such the dynamic; our kingdom
suffering violence, the violent coming by force, where Love is ecstatic to
sense war; but a journal of wilder events but darkness and satisfaction so
close while something great has taken place; our young souls our endless battle
to awaken and suggest, I want you.
It
was disappointment in her, to sense a new adventure, and now it has become
resentment; this pain we live it becomes our joy while tourist are surfing for
pleasures; this woman with riches so inclined by linguistics and so
well-traveled; to sink into oblivion to need another excitement while days
would be arguments and more wines; an actuating promise a man running low where
something was once idealized; this thing we lose coming into fires while ice
sprinkles from synaptic gaps; this special location, this spiritual location,
while it only converses its nature; as a woman has a child a man births a
scream where something familiar needs a few tender nuances. I have lost more
than many; I have premises for loses, and I yearn to win. This man with issues,
but close to sanity, while realized as once a bit lost; the criterion for
sanity, this touchstone for returning, where they first die before outliving
your grief; vehicle conflict to become obsessed while people are asking about
you; but it seems so real it appeals to semi-sanity while actuality points
towards a hospital. Our days judging justice, our javelin jousts, our jigsaw
jungle—so cured in this fantasy to become so indebted to love like penguins.
I
have little more to say, as supposed we have so much to say, and this line of
thought is getting depressing; to say so little where so much is uplifting at a
particular miracle; something most would suggest, as fantasies come true, where
a strong woman backs Obama.
