we
close a chapter a day, finding triggers, consumed by our enchantments. what he
would never do, come to locate what he did, with a pair longing for acceptance.
I was lizards inside those scaling skins our madness like a front page. it
destroys perception or expectation where we lower how we treat ourselves. it
takes a second to love, a lifetime to heal, or a problem to try harder. waiting
to fall asleep or lulled into a trance or riches persuading conscienceness. as
tiny crests or partial clouds by cirrus to feel elation. a person must give. we
must receive. we nearly sell our privacies.
I flicker a blue flame, take a deep
drag, or loosen something so dear to balance. those pains we subdue, as
powerful souls, while chances we take to lose our bearings. by havoc in closets
or distress our makings, while intentional to extract repentance. but a lady is
a miracle, in such foggy relations, as coming to jewels in her horizon. or a
soul with passion so deeply agitated – by acceptance into a smoky universe. I would
die in carrying while it ate at me, in so much I denied self its happiness. by
bowels of celestial havens, by curse of sunshine, where it takes a good soul to
remain in goodness. but patience in its harvest as coming to appreciate earning
essence.
days have been colors or bitter at
parts where one is transformed into a creature. if to look at a person, decided
not to admit such a person, unless evidence prevails – such a person has been
robbed – of lights or cameras or channels.
what we take is worse than what we
give while one just carries into rockets. but silence of those lambs or
slaughter so hectic where in private quarters a soul haunts it habits. else one
is aberrant a person of pathologies where behavior is never reasoned with; like
animals in wilderness or leopards in jungles as behavior is never
contemplation. as ruined if human as unkempt if animal where we hear excuses
for (most) wildest behavior.
but into a fantasy aside a paradise
something operatic in nature. so much competition, we are never without one,
where a person weighs intimacy. pure satisfaction as vying for bones while a
person might not know all of self to give.
