Seeking
walls looming over my sanity,
whisper secrets in his litany vigilant stillness
torment that lies
life inside my body. Something
collapses, breaks
and withered me.
my skirt never tasted such disdain as if you smiled
when you smiled that day, that saw me and smiled-
without prior
sense
human cold
of my hand on your body of ice.
Winter without snow is sadder
that
leafless tree branches that have been twisted
by vice, weight, ABAL
hope.
The gray dawn of
is sadder because birds do not call
the sun, and the crows call upon death
enucleated.
mourn
I do not know all this, and all this
I have seen with their eyes
the clarity and candor of those who do not know
not want to miss. Because
you go and come and go and not come
and you may not call me more
account
already have saturated the call this morning
always lily
and fog.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
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Perhaps if you had
escaped the grip of my hope hawk
transudates not precipitated
stubbornness as heartbreaking
hail
found eroding
thoughts about where
as
find. Banal
this complaint
woman unsatisfied female clouded
not know where.
Whoever you get me out of this world
spectrum of shades of truth really
distensible.
Maybe if my bucolic
ignorance
not charge much emphasis had been my hope
released the grip
letting go. His body
preserving naive
wrinkles of anxiety and hump
load and guilt, and blindness
has been
the head, not knowing where you
or where it leads.
dream of the owner of my obliteration, disconnector
me-me
encasing a single purpose in a single utility
:
which sat in the waiting
cornice
chills remembering those who
made me mourn.
And I in my power to rip
I can not;
last I realize.
Perhaps if you had
escaped the grip of my hope hawk
transudates not precipitated
stubbornness as heartbreaking
hail
found eroding
thoughts about where
as
find. Banal
this complaint
woman unsatisfied female clouded
not know where.
Whoever you get me out of this world
spectrum of shades of truth really
distensible.
Maybe if my bucolic
ignorance
not charge much emphasis had been my hope
released the grip
letting go. His body
preserving naive
wrinkles of anxiety and hump
load and guilt, and blindness
has been
the head, not knowing where you
or where it leads.
dream of the owner of my obliteration, disconnector
me-me
encasing a single purpose in a single utility
:
which sat in the waiting
cornice
chills remembering those who
made me mourn.
And I in my power to rip
I can not;
last I realize.
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Doubts are raised at any time without your hand incoherent amazed when you turn away and the rope tightens and you rush back into my hands unhappy and confused by empty words full of reflections and partners. When I crush it in the prevailing impose austerity that know me as obsessive and braids in the path of silence and the desire immeasurable. When you leave my memories insult determination to terms with your flight, and the completion of your exile aphrodisiac, trigger intense hatred that I bent essentially guts anguished movements necessary. When my first fury placate my second fury ghost kisses hallucinogens, dying breaths given away in the limbo of the bodies, burning flesh on the pyre of sacrifice and forgiveness, predicting difficult times where born during difficult times. When not find what you did not want me in touch frustrated and inconvenient questioning where the skin does not contain more answers than the voice muted by the watchful eyes will not find the answers hidden in the fleeting flicker off and hostile guided by the sense of thirst instinct without love, doubt I will levitate above reason, raised at all times inconsistent stunned by your side.
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