Neither
a lunatic or a madman nor is he insane. But tender muscles or edgy awareness
while reasoning somewhat clearly.
I
believe is good people or nightmarish stars where we find existence; but a thin
barricade while one is determined insomuch as we might not know that person;
those lighthearted charms instead of disposition where one might feel something
enchanting:
our music in locks our
lockets fastened tightly or our auras effected sweetly; upon our minds such
gentle chaos while opposites repulse; but I never met her in a ten year spin
while we met so often; this welt we suffer as one protects second base warding
off intruders; such unnatural intimacy, such life-breaking rules, where
unintelligence sees phantoms.
I
was flogged early. I existed in purgatory—where pain was so integral. If to
imagine joy a youngling might revolt or feel awkward where others seemed at
home; mother was riddled while father was running at granny but something
seemed passive; to venture this life or waiting to expire where existence
becomes popcorn, movies, plus, retirement. Elders have ways—while young souls
absorb habits—in such a sense that, we appear as beyond our space. But mischief
is present while raiding fruit trees is heaven or tinkering with abandoned
cars.
We
have sullen secrets or chasing screams while adoring one might ruin our minds.
Such
wafting softly admiring parked trains or searching its cargo; our language
swiftly our levity sorely while losing sweet understanding; by stolen wood a
pigeon coupe plus a go-kart plus acquaintance with immorality; this intimate
symphony those ways no one can see while souls record our actions.
I
fly feelings such fervor for ghosts where one imagines Love is spectacular; so
unqualified and many resist such acknowledgment where unrealistic expectations
cause rain.
I watched with hesitance. Those inherent
attributes. And I was moved.
Love seemed energized by
a real countenance where interior work was resonating; such saws or raps applied
to characteristics plus something faintly elusive; some women awaken foreign
senses they have much recognition while behaving at a distance; while in
admiration something is screaming as it speaks to personality variety; where a
person is subject to ills plus behaviors where it is never a complete picture;
but Love was flying where Love was fulfilled while I walked away forming my phantasmagoria.
I’ve
met my friend quite often sensing nuances while amazed by rapid growth; and I have
met muses, this unqualified man, while dipping in or out of frequencies.
