You are afraid to remove your tedium Fearful of the fallout The banal europaeus is holding the leash at your throat to the studded collar around your neck it digs in A sorceress She put toenail of beast in your brew a long, long time ago consequences She has fattened you up - for the banquet You are the cheese platter when everyone is glutted Don't look sideways or you might see something you can feast on peripheral vision The scholar has stalled The pendant has curbed The kittens have been sold leaving the mother cat a bitter Queen biting Time to wander into the palpitating stream It flows to the wild, capricious & abstruse white light of the sun
It was a balmy evening. Allan was from the Quentin era. He hid his feminine reality but not his henna red. The lights were dim and the pool was cool man. It was winter but the moon shone bright and warm, just like Allan. With port wine magnolia flowers in the water, he swam like Esther Williams. Alone. He was the most beautiful man I've ever seen. Breaching. I watched Allan from a dim room through the glass door. My heart still feels his freedom on that night. He has passed now. His moments of pure joy still remain in all that knew him. What a deep breath he was.
you know when you look for words so hard scouring through words it's all in my reality with no words in an index or list alphabetically speaking i'm not sure if the words i'm looking for ...... ahhhhh they're floating on air exist
If you take my money I want it back I won't ask for it but if you turn up with a bit of paper for me, without me asking I'm going to respect that It's easy to forget the $$$ when it isn't yours I do love that look of surprise when the money is given back like I forgot hahahaha What a laugh
A subtle statement a new friend said to a long time friend of mine. A little slim for some, but a perfect recitation of her life. The new friend asked me why I rushed for a pen. I said, ".... because it's beautiful poetry."