I
turn music coffin where reality is un-sketched, I feel un-winged. it distresses
while peering closer, you would allow me those cries. a sour lemon or a bit of
sugar where mother bought a pumpkin. something is obvious, we bend to achieve,
if but stability or phantasmagoria. I was a king those screams, unvetted or
curdling, while some things are significant. I can’t shake self, or pieces
given to eras, where basics haunt the unnurtured memory. it would be righteous
for some or uncivilized for others while taking many to an old space. I haven’t
felt those feelings, but I am willing to learn. such gloomy incentives or
waters falling near creeks where the canyon is dark. so many seams or hems
while laundry has been left but attended. it couldn’t be essence this life with
years insomuch as such accumulation; as a dovetail flaps wildly or an alley cat
meows in such murky spaces. to need laughter where unreality it might falsify
its conception; so glazed over or watching tensions while given something it
seems selfish. but a soul is unseen a mind often protects by projections where
a few attempt to see too closely: the smelted gold or unfamiliar emotions or
metal for higher-up fences. such sharp images or imaginary hopes while putting
so much on miracles. I couldn’t find the old one, even while dying something
felt deceived, insomuch as we feel detached from our agendas. such math these
weeks such dangerous assumptions while specializing at sulking.
Friday, July 31, 2020
Fate Stands Aloof
Rationality Becomes A Rescue Mission
so redressed such leather boots or steel toes. by preparation by damages or by flurry. too alive to die or too dead to live while this becomes existence. by shadow or dungeon or so tender it never registered. such hyper-madness such underbrush while endlessness is not an option. so vulnerable to properties or threaded loquaciously while defending Africa or Europe might not appeal; burgundy carpets or all red-brown horizons so grim in thoughts. it was years at it before so pessimistic as wondering what it accounts for; dark dreary alleys or walls with graffiti while candles burn on some obscure corner. it becomes vagueness or self-centered fire while equality becomes a travesty; by needs to shun by graves to arise where we wonder why Trump is so vicious. our ties our images our futures; as creatures underlying humanity in such a manner it slowly unthreads. it was once easy, for Love might be adored, or to love according to deeper gleaning; to find similarities, in a unique village, but behaviors are indicative of trainings. so much a travesty or too much beauty, as finding it was mental to fail. so often a certain way. where roses are with fragrance. but asphalt comes out of knitting gracefully. It breeds something offensive embodied in something appealing while no one person seals our skies. to sit is furry or beauty or learning not to ask too many details. it’s intricate it is. we must have silence to have long life. where riches determine something different: our irregular approaches, our fierce demands, our rebel hearts. it’s windy those gusts are storming we sit upon a tornado—wilderness is marvelous or straying is exciting while souls are cut through sore remorseful; by allergies where seeking meaning to reap harvests; so afflicted by you so at war with you while we play a delicate violin; such torture in velvet such hot sizzling lingerie why a picture hits hard to its brains. such deadly images while perception must be protected where rationality must be guarded.
Tigers Roam City Winds
breezy
wilderness so unstoppable, nevertheless agony; blue-silver lungs or dreams
re-shadowed while a person might lose by negligence; soft poodle paws or tender
longing eyes where something would ask a question: “Are you with joy?”
I seem negative in
this, those skies screaming, but happiness seems temporary. it becomes
familiarity, or humans are unsteady, like apes after cloudberries; such arctic
doorjambs or soothing sorrows while one might know uneasiness.
but
hazy existence our careers our cars our spouses our friends. I would desire love or be afraid of
essence such beige-brown palm prints. if to seize existence or to unriddle
mazes where one sheds his grave; to see light or adore our sun without forcing
it into atmospheres; to grow content or wrangle with identity if but to live
life; for music sung must be estranged or arranged in such a sense it hits a
deeper chakra. so many hedges so many rhinoceros a person might watch, feed or
trim diligently. by hunter instincts or sophistication, where it necessitates
more interests; while each word is a planet or each person an ocean where,
nonetheless, an embodied creature.
I was indelicate
while I felt unstudied where we possess similar instincts. those warthogs by
muddy revelry so calibrated. our wonder our indifference while pain is physical
temperament. torturous bites as we negotiate interior if to function where it
hurts. such dread of clarity or a need for some compass while thirsty for
domination.
it
was never imagined our inner Blake where outwardly we deny feelings. such
controlled outbursts in a dungeon-promise while some are too excellent to see
others. by orca brains as filled by intuition those reefs analyzing silence. or
bull ants treading into cities where notion becomes aggravation.
Horizon: Both Promise & Machete
some
might disappear where others mystify while others are estranged. by gravel wars
so dug into pavement a man carrying earth. (so much sacrificed such lakes
scurrying or rich resentments.) someone hears your peril or discusses their own
such contention to out-misery life. morning came with decisions, it flows that
way, where two sit in their waters; by courage to love, by uneasy
vulnerability, made available by emotion; to listen where pain is raw or to
exist in a given moment where one might be revealed or might see some part of
self, needing some essence of another person. it was indifference to carry
through carnage or resistance to insides while a man now hears dreams; so much
you have been, or so little we have not shared, while it’s difficult to address
our skies; so much my family so much my aches where it unravels a dying
machine. it was never for chance as two would build by tiers into unconditional
interior. so much to unlatch so warm into sunrise as soaring by firebirds. so
much his future as to discover more discomfort while looking at pain waiting to
attach to Love. such fallen frames where angst is anger while one must continue
to exist. to have embraced love, such to define love, it becomes impossible to
forget love. such sunbirds as resting hearts while one is working by
machination; to stir into lights where miserable dusty winds as sought
despising freedom. life speaks of love life censors anti-love but most of life
can’t define fullness. to live in souls to beat as moonlight where
knowing Love is solace enough.
Thursday, July 30, 2020
Sidewalk Saxophone
so
abased as coarse the river such beauty so horrific. the swamps made home the
tiny mayfly such mud so unclean. to reckon forethought where it looms by
absence while precious might be one more travesty. so cursed into bleeding such
stored adrenaline—at run-paths cutting curves where welted, vexed, seeking
freedom. those lies meant nothing at minds with pathology such math but it’s too
late for algebra. we dine embarrassment we live with abrasions so gifted so raw
so isolated—if but white porcelain or ebony vanilla at sharks or whales
carrying an octopus. too much to vanish too little to return or too righteous to
retreat; as hated his guts but it meant so little, while it grows to insist so
boldly. versicolor habits or wrecking ball delusions while most move too
quickly to make decisions. more to forethought this maze of maladies where most
are inaccurate. such sensuous lies such dear deliberateness insomuch souls are
deluded for years. (would you have me, in that space, where I always look
askew? would you love me, exactly like that, where I couldn’t breathe? or would
you risk humanity in one rush to just pour out every detestable ribbon?) a
person realizes something, in this rinsing abandonment, we learn that our lives
are fragile; it comes by a glance, but it was oh so my imagination, to have
treasured another above common resources. it seems too unsteady, too ready,
where one is at disbelief. by griot
history or satire redemption to put life in the infights; silver concrete or
basement candles, it has become pure fire; our investments or determination
while creating screams. if but to live its lamp if but to sustain its lance while
dying in you seems adolescent: the chained gates those graph-paths or sidewalk
receding into mind-caves. so dependent so disturbed while liking is a hassle, a
hurdle, some type of hurting. unmoved resistance or organic fireflies while
loving seems incredibly human.
Life Is Depending On Us
infights
by self those hearers those deliriums. soft baked insanity to have those
whispers to regroup as unfit. such sodium to partake or riddle in surprises
while spirit has a straightjacket. as hijacked creatures too close to adore
while afar one by sketches. to love more as unfelt or unseen while so near I
could hate you. (I run a risk in days flapping where self becomes projectiles;
for you might be anomaly some unverified winner some summer-history; while
bondage is normal or freedom is askew where we promote addiction as innate
habit. those dreaded miracles for one might unclamp or need assistance.) such dear allegiance or tribal obedience while asserting some chemical; to read a
person or dislike 3 out 5 traits where loving is out of its zone. curious flowers they watch as we pass the
garden while I always ask an inquiry: indeed, creativity is challenged; blacks
can’t utilize too many words; thus, art has boundaries or cultural fences. (I may incline to listen, but it’s
unlikely, where education is an unsteady conversation; for we feel a certain
way, to possess is to speak emphatically, as not to possess is to speak by
hesitance: one reasons in mind, or acts in general, where sex has nothing to do
with education.) —such envy for
animals they have sung in symphony they are asymmetrical ink: so cherished by
poesy so adored by humans such richer paining existence; but to feel alive to have
such depth where arts have soared unto breaking skies; those shards fall they
scrape earth while two are thrown in jealous revelries; such chaste sinners,
such religious virgins, or fire melding into tension—
those days in sewn
pain those freedoms as exhausted where a person pops up showing deeper concern:
our categories, or prerequisites, where many are not alive!
Wednesday, July 29, 2020
Beautiful Nightmare
such
fire by souls so enveloped such a compass to feel joy by rain—much ecstatic
beauty too aesthetic for memories such to need its essence. so zealot or such zippers,
but a master of illusions; as developed strangers so intimate its force where
flame is mountain: by dilemma or tragedy to hang so zeroed of such a best-friend.
may daughters know such aloofness. or may sons aggravate by giant un-affection.
so dear or unavailable by human interests—to be made of ashes to pierce glass
while scars have become signposts: those vines or branches or mud coloring by
compass—so many words such delicate lies while an entire life has been given to
deception. so made of wood such fiery angels while a pen would choke if it knew
its deliveries. to promise one last dream or to accrue three different hopes
where so many war for coverage. (I speak of jubilant depression such paradox
where a man dies while falling enlove): by curse of golden calves or winds in
caves at concentrate citrus: our souls such complications or so moved by a
glance as decided to renew reception; sure affection or sore reflection as pure
dejection. those drastic aches if but one last climax or organic foreverness—as
beige skies or turquoise deserts while adoring us is poured into one source:
such desolate devastation such mathematical magic where anxiety becomes
atmosphere; to die such living to arrive while late at luxury to possess an attitude.
those cedar trees those cypress mice or any interior ocelot. if but to vex a
vacuum or to enter into another’s vortex where before was sweet melody. such
years with fire such destruction while building where something is so on point
it becomes burdensome. refurbished by molten existence or smelt by mental
silence as affixed to rhythmic ontology; such nausea if melting where beauty
becomes a small infant—those orange skies those auroras terrors so resplendent
into a nightmare.
Sea Wings
Prominent Characteristics
Tuesday, July 28, 2020
If It Wasn’t An Issue, It Wouldn’t Be Voiced
We Covet Unsteady Houses
Damn Curse!
Filled With Foxes
Monday, July 27, 2020
Pain Is Bigger Than Its Victim
We Mildew Homes
Debate Rightness With Few Certainties
Sunday, July 26, 2020
Hems Or Shoulders
Neurotransmitters, Plus, Experience
COVID-19 Has Paused Existence
Saturday, July 25, 2020
Homes Are Unbuilt
Cares For An Hourglass
Sometimes We Visit Others From Home
Friday, July 24, 2020
Bull Shark Houses
Ignoring But Snagged By Color
Needing More Feels Like Guilt!
Thursday, July 23, 2020
One Last Life
New Aged Sonnet
Shards Of Freedom
Snail Paced Freedom
Wednesday, July 22, 2020
Agouti’s Don’t Say, “Love”
Bolting The Water Heater
Perceptual Gunfire
Tuesday, July 21, 2020
Want A Person’s Debris!
Footpath Into Tallgrass (Sun Lake By Sunbird)
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