the
courage of the lion, or curse of the panther, such a world of leopards. uneasy
walls terrifying skies while we invest in futures. so much a peccant man so
much a remorseful man so dazed by priorities. so many ways as to assert passion
while all died into furniture. so much stronger so dear to himself where no one
treats self better than spirit. I sat in shadows it pleased to ache while I knew
my part. a field with beetles a mountain with fleas or a ghetto with roaches. to
mediate to self to arbitrate between souls with such a war at his steps. upon a
staircase so metaphorical while climbing is scary. too much a calm vessel or
too much a disenchant while it disables to remain silent. I loved the parks
used to praise the beaches while it must be as designed. a dear secret, as
meant to unsettle, if but to know what takes precedence.
I rode into sunset I vanished into
horizon I played catch without a net. so invisible so daring such a make-believe
image; so cool so laid back so awakened. such rhythm into a sphere as a rainbow
in sin while it never hurts until it’s public. as looking so filled with tears
while it was a nature its birth. but a man must love, he must adore, he must
find a way to readjust. such mansions such condos while a door might be too
narrow – those roads those concrete reflectors where neatness is painful. no
excuses, it can’t be, while we sing a new sentence.
a man enters a cave. he becomes
uneven. as rejoining public responses. such insight such rubies or rhinestones
or diamonds such an emerald. those blue replies those saddened surprises or
settled on something causing disgrace. at tales for cries, a meticulous soul,
where some aren’t at too many necessities – just a person as never into undercurrent
circuits, as never undressing intricacies – as to what would it be, what love
is grand – is there a difference? so spatial as too much while most never
unsealed an inner rose.
