a rainbow promise,
made into a covenant, with a Tsunamis raging afar—the father inside needs the
soul to infuse where it becomes true definition.
you’d try such
with me, over there it’s different, you act with reverence.
I remember seeing
a person, they spoke to a noncolor person, they were begging for acceptance.
like a man of
color isn’t seen, like a threat, like an angry anomaly.
I saw habits with
meaning, an afflatus struck, like too bad we can’t do that!
each time with new
promises, I wonder where souls are at, plus, I have a fiat
personality/reputation. so rebaptized, like each day, at opposition with
leniency—giving mercy—hoping to receive mercy.
a funeral each
second, each hell is home, dripping fluids. so rich at pain, so filthy with
God, like dirty rags, made of oils. tried to find you, tried to hear you, it’s
obvious you believe in the formula—as all are un-spontaneous, so methodical, I can
barely utter words—for information comes in, helicopters shoot outward, a
person with too much knowledge to renege/change caps.
no one, maybe a
few, can see the value of the lunatic—if snatching brains, to implant a
diamond, like switching brains—one damn prayer, one hell-bound woman, if too
neat to explain—the mud of war, a Rolex intellect, at a Baguette memory, or a Bugatti
set of minds roughing.
they ain’t loving
me, not for infatuation, they care—concerning the light radiant into the
horizon.
I asked furious
signs, or symbols, like bionic flames, playing with a fidget toy. Love was
naked, playing games, looking in a mirror—praising her ass, too thick lately,
like damage me!
we do something
crazy, we play complete holiness, like lust/rage/aggression isn’t in us. some
unspoken secret, some determined receptivity, with hells eating the gnarms
inside.
