No end to these hallucinations. It's exactly what I've always known: no more faith is ahead of me, principals forgotten. I'll keep quiet: poets and visionaries would be jealous. I'm a thousand times richer, let's be miserly like a crows tale.
like a sunny Southern rain brings the smells of desire and decomposition. this Baptism came under a summers night sky, the stars a thousand pinned eyes. its slowly turning horizon searching a fragile lucid mind, foolishly thinking this will be worthy of reasons why. a garish cherub with a second hand reality, coveting all future sympathy for all humanities untoward. held down seasons with feet...
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a smile of star light
whichever corner i turn - guide my life
whoever is chosen - guide my like
whatever the dues - guide my life
whenever i covet love - guide my life
whomever reflections stain - guide my life
I am just the same as you............
the great beggar
the only wanderer
the intractable convict
ariae:
<3
like a sunny Southern rain brings the smells of desire and decomposition. this Baptism came under a summers night sky, the stars a thousand pinned eyes. its slowly turning horizon searching a fragile lucid mind, foolishly thinking this will be worthy of reasons why. a garish cherub with a second hand reality, coveting all future sympathy for all humanities untoward. held down seasons with feet...
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wraith_51:
corpse flowers
what has now been done?
with this hand, sets all the unseen free
waiting to do as; one that leads _ with
willing a grey hell pink across an azure dawn, as brained as the dead sea
what lights reflect from this indignant eye?
how wonderfully bold this lustful vanity! when
dutifully wakes up alone under a ultramarine sky
at the bottom of the dead...
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I awake from sleep
without memory or remorse
or any other capability of love
the night is done with this studded shade
the pain, the birth of a new day
the air like needles
pressed against my skin, so new
a day filled with, gifts of compromise
no true love is ever the same
but, can I really be to blame
I have a story of the greatest joy
etched on my finger tips
pulling the moon to my lips
supple and warm, not unlike
a mothers breast............
etched on my finger tips
pulling the moon to my lips
supple and warm, not unlike
a mothers breast............
The Darkness Comes
for always have we held thee
to be our Goddess, mighty and august
our only passion _ old Angle of guilt
a garden of poems
roots holding Inspiration in mistrust
for always have we held thee
to be our Goddess, mighty and august
our only passion _ old Angle of guilt
a garden of poems
roots holding Inspiration in mistrust
jungla:
thank you babe, yup I love my scooter jjejej have a nice week, besos 
the South and all those miserable memories of childhood
my summertime despairs
the horrible amounts of strength
know-how fate has always robbed me of
maybe I will take a boozy nap
under the arm of this oak
its fire burns for an eternity
harassing my flight to the east
then I awoke
oh, the foolish thoughts of a nincompoop
my summertime despairs
the horrible amounts of strength
know-how fate has always robbed me of
maybe I will take a boozy nap
under the arm of this oak
its fire burns for an eternity
harassing my flight to the east
then I awoke
oh, the foolish thoughts of a nincompoop
jungla:
hola hola 
jungla:
thank you babe, have a nice and crazy weekend