adrena

excited at the prospects of bring you a new set, hell who am i kidding another set or two now belong to you. . . soon to see. . . .


Kaleidoscope of Art Glass
This is my phrase
My turn of events
The little pause in reality
That I need to realize
The pause I have taken from life


What are you looking for in the piece of me that the world delivers?

Below the bowing pieces of trees gone dead
Where were you looking for? Eden in the branches of me?

To be apart in the garden of the first god. . . .
The truth she had first hoped to pierce his heart
Then the creator succeeded
In completing the first orgasm in the garden
The father and the son?

Count the ways you are controlling that which makes the son. . .

Two

Three
Four


And on an off beat we go. . .
I know when I type the error

But do you know when you walk the path

That leads to the whore of the hour

Dispend the remedy
The capture of the hour

Did you ever experience the high that revelation allowed?
The tumbled earth and the soaring of the hawk:
In the hunt. . . . . . . .

Did you see the Theatre?
The Arches and the moments of triumph
No matter to what Empire does Reign under that flag.