Sunday, December 15, 2019

Silence & Voice


so adrift but magic looking at countenance energy so blatant in mudslides; those gorgeous eyes that furrowed brow those delicate tendons—so alive and dying, this future in turquoise to have used us for goodness; such drastic attraction such bipolar twins if but to effect like mind-waves; this weak man those angelic wishes to become perpendicular cries; so low those moments ruminating upon a psych while Love was innocent manipulation; to feel like losing to wind a windmill or crazed a quixotic trance; but over-there, this bold damsel, this woman at something terrible; to sit and daze-off to become concentration while a soul is so curious; as silent voices so charged with electricity to thump a heart and keep it moving; so enlove with circuits while it becomes deceptive but damn it felt good to feel you; those delightful panic-stations those remarkable characters so inclined to adore granny; but arms with venom or tales so gigantic where it was passion to feel your malice; so purified so detached while I needed an opportunity to dance without self-hatred or to love for one child while so devastated by sugar and poison; our silent voices our challenged pyramids and so much intimacy we deteriorate kissing deserts; such soft mystical music such anger to adore you or such deficit to obtain you; this man with agony this sin with wings so cursed to passion us; but on to something pushed or something critical to have changed so radically—those crystal palms this glass feeling this mirror in panic those zombie days seated so close while sinking and the mind is operating—those deep treasures so alive to think with us it might be godlike; our gut-emotion our tender dissatisfaction looking at others and imagining something distinct from mine; to relive in us to rethink in you while Love is so beautiful at writhing; inner city blues our confused songs our drama killing our intestines; this abyss life those shouting emotions while I could never love accordingly—to bring you so close and to push you so afar while dying to imagine our interior love; this rocket passion to roll and die and explode—but a creature in city panic or asking for more while enough is just the beginning; such begging and pleading such relapse and anguish while so close to one as if our balance; so indebted or such a ritual to shift with the waves of her personality.

too delicate to animalize or to false to face truth at something so incredible—tugged by feelings or multiple interactions while reasoning seems so overrated; our cries our deaths our sullen destruction; to enter like winning to come to imagination so fueled but unknowing—this feudal problem those distrustful creatures so close to falling for animalism; this normal practice and no one is special while it has become routine; our pillaged eyes our pillaged guts while becoming closer to an antisocial creature; but one seems healthy and Love seems normal while Love is dearly enlove—this ache in passion this fuse in brains but a day’s adventure; to miracle an event to solace a kiss while awakening screaming into silence; so ruined for others so uncured and sizzling where hearts are overcooked; this raw mentality this unthawed legacy so energized so deliberate; looking for rapture accused of delirium while he never meant to adore so deeply; those capturing gestures those meditated approaches where a fool might give in; but days are smarter and intelligence is viable, where blue jays laugh and joke and jest; our terrific enclosures our fantastic deep cries while Love is quite an emphatic believer; this frantic curse to have adored ice while forced to refreeze feelings; so pure in moments such havoc into seconds, while thrust through with spears.

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