Friday, June 4, 2021

The Phoenix Remained Ashes

 

we narrated pictures we bled realities we wore vintage cloths. I would see you, like a runt, where I worshipped ideals. puffy lips, powdery eyes, skin decorated by halos. like gila monsters, remaining mystery, pure antique beauty. if reptiles it becomes habit. if human it becomes attachment. if vampires it becomes suffering into eternity. by maelstrom force, removed from intestines, I come to you to build with you.          most starve for affection. they never give in return. they just beg for more.          a chameleon is a whirlpool. most maintain sameness of behaviors. we adore what has evolved as pictureless.          pains in gusts or winds filled by venom or a second, I forgot your status.

 

I would shove you or adore penalty as fire stormed or goblets exploded. nostrils & scents, as to sense distress where bodies lie to interpretation. cherry-orange clouds or grape pudding if but to ignore what is seen. something odd in us, as envy in us, like pure jealousy in us. to hate what is needed, to engage with venom, insomuch as a desperation to disrupt. is Life a wasteland? do we cherish poisonous plants? have I overlooked illness? some will never return. it will get worse. but we enforce endless empathy.

 

I will love by its reality or by its essence with want of what is impossible to receive. a private blue mood. a deep inadequacy. most florid damages. our in-excellent masks, at tears to be hidden, where most aren’t listening. a cable to a spirit, a vacuum to a curse, in many pains to remain distant. more bothered by expectation, more ruined by actuality, if but to know why some bounce back … maybe a last question: is it surrender, or fighting to claim balance?

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    The strength to withstand the winds; a spell as it effects/affects some creature. A sudden moment filled with absolute certainty, so wro...