Tuesday, August 11, 2020

Love By Madness

 

if to lose perception it becomes his life so accused of crooked anguish. to see beauty as so pronounced while it’s hard to keep perfection. such brushwork as encrypted where souls fall patience. to wander or wonder as to how it went tragic—to fly cosmos so extended while anxiety was its kiss; so medieval like darker fears while so much to die for; those ideographs those sacred deaths if to see more than losing; at war so bellicose while beasts are chanting filled with fire. it was us seeing into our needs while I missed your mirror; so sexy, so believable, or such fancies for one grieving; to see tears so lost at crosses where performance is part reality. such lingering pain those facial scars those wounds while I must redeem us. it’s incumbent upon bars those following angels to fix what has been unfastened; as never a missing week but ever such sexuality while it’s her decision.     I never saw you or I mistook you while I gave you a mask. I saw sugarberries or crisp skin or behaviors so couth so vexing while we never know by mere sex—those unloosened instincts or casualties ten years running or men going crazy for you: such esteem to have held baguettes or by womb so devastatingly tragic. if but to live as experience if but those years one more future while a man becomes his worse memories: a crazed madman so hard on Love, for skies are ladders or chains—so confused so imbalanced while I anger so many: by beige deserts or purple cacti as aloof so much it was pain to open more. but days become silhouettes or messengers become cursed or adoring you interweaves fury.   

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...