Saturday, August 8, 2020

Distinctive Masterpieces

 

most are saying, “Find me.” such a portrait on high. while such finders are sacred.

I rummage emotion so heavy at webs such flame inherited. often, we adore so natural to skies while feeling seesaws. those weeds such existential manure where essence shifts through changes. but I love you or somewhere adjacent surely unidentifiable. such precious words, while a man is hurting, for persons are exchanged so swiftly.

I vanished where anger controlled me, I couldn’t tolerate such injustice. the things we do to color. the planets we crawl. where impulse rules over senses. by black oak upon melodrama such a curse to find templates. where a man is hit, he stumbles, he is never the same. such adolescent wishes while primates are distinct but humans desire ownership: or what is given, in survival of the fittest, where most are discarded until we grow scared of aging?

the totem is higher those values are structured we hold one while open for our climax. (it was knocked sideways, such intense sexuality, where hunger strikes but unsatiated.)

I have not been self with thoughts racing while I find it’s not in me: something hunted for, or picturesque nightmares, while becoming filled with doors. by wildfire those pulled-in while a man angers over something he didn’t fixture. such sung silence, or unsung rage, while it’s sorely an adventure.

but on an island, Love is dice or measures of epistemology; such raspy voices such schizophrenia or bipolar mania; to ravish unsaid soul where a human offers you life in such a sense, it’s impossible to surrender: such unshod teardrops. such elevation. such raw ink!     

The Sentiment

  The Sentiment    It tends to matter—each pursuing holy armor. It leans into a desire to feel pure, clean, sacred and such. I never underst...