those
eyes get me, they slumber in gentleness, our scars are invisible. something
needs freedom, in a capitalistic society, while minds are manipulated. so casual
a beef, so indescribable, where souls are uncalculated. many city lights or
poles reaching high aside a club; those upper souls while it’s all nonchalant,
if but a sudden hankering. torn idyllic screams or too low to breathe, at some
hydration inside. it seems debated those curious feelings while we fight to
keep what was earned. unshod emotions or deficit deception, a person is so
unaware!
I would accept one as built inside
murals where an angel might appear.
such a harpoon as it strikes core so
sore into invisible rooms: chairs with names, a lethargic table, a vase of
gallicas. if sour it aches if sweet it puzzles or if mixed it disables. a photo
on echelon such remarkable money, as chemic for pure remarkable beauty. by softer
analysis by bolder subjectivity or so sold on pure objectivity. a black sun an
empire in mistakes or rare sages lost in conundrums. by raw oysters such sauce
in bowls while it was one unreasonable dream.
they left choir practice. they
stopped nearby. they forgot their principles.
those feelings get me, they bubble
in deliberateness, it seems un-right to suggest absence; where self is
systematic or afloat a paradise while I realize some sadness.
I would dispel those beliefs. I would
run into self. I would try to appreciate skeptics—as a stoic creature, as a
numb creature, as one filled in contradiction with compassion.
we seize ourselves. it’s seismic
radiation. or topaz fires. to call on one to receive assistance or so confused
one needs to take the helm. such frames in cultures such unqualified authority
while primary requirement is richness.
often, we find pinions, if but
solidified in courage, where indistinct wings might float us to disharmony; but
blessed is the soul, at paining control, as to release control!
