Trapped within enigma's embrace,
My heart pounds, a wild chase,
Searching eyes pierce deep within,
Seeking solace, fearing lonely din.

Edam grew empty, void and bare,
Yet two gazes intertwined, aware,
Weary feet and longing souls collide,
As I, the strange beast, arrive.

Mutual, unfamiliar, a dance anew,
A connection formed, sensual and true,
Bound to stay, unable to depart,
Witnessing our fading hearts.

She, adorned in beauty's grace,
I, the beast with hidden face,
Love intertwined, destined to be denied,
I perished when she uttered, "I can't abide."

She perished as I turned away,
A beast's departure sealed her dismay,
Yet, look beyond this monstrous guise,
See the beating heart that never lies.

Though screams of terror fill the air,
My heart remains untouched, fair,
For she is all that I desire,
The one whom my love won't expire.

In her grasp, I find solace's touch,
No longer bound by loneliness's clutch,
Her essence lingers within my veins,
Her thoughts ignite joy, erasing all pains.

No force on Earth or heavenly high,
Can quell this love that won't comply,
Her beauty meant solely for my gaze,
Oh, the tragic tears our fate displays.

For her beauty claimed the beast's last breath,
Our love's demise, a dance with death,
So, I climbed the heights of Babel's might,
With a note proclaiming, "Beauty killed this Beast."

Reaching the summit, I took a leap,
Hoping the struggle would finally cease,
Breathing no more, as still as the night,
While she drew a bath, preparing her plight.

She bathed in sorrow, her heart torn apart,
A note declared, "His true Beauty killed the ugly heart."
With wrists cut open, a final sigh,
Her last breath joined mine, bidding goodbye.

Beauty Killed The Beast, a tale profound,
A monster of beauty, a truth unbound,
A beast whose beauty thrived within,
At last, together, the beauty and the beast shall win.

It was the “Dazzling Blue Disco Club”
An Old Man 70 wearing a White Suit and Wig
You Dig
Clear the Dance Floor
The Old Man even had on Platform Shoes
Now he must decide on his dance partner to choose
Women will determine if they want to refuse
The Old Man considers himself a “Dancing Prancher”
But sounds more like a Rancher
Now the Old Man is dancing all over the Dance Floor
I think he needs to be committed for sure
Imagine an 70 Year Old man dancing under a crystalized Disco dazzling Ball with a young women in the music beats
That Old Man must have some aching feet
This would be a good time for him to give into defeat
The Old Man claims the music were songs being his jam
The Dancing partner lady was named Pam
The Disco beat goes on
I don’t know how the Old Man can dance so long
The dance floor he doesn’t belong
But now the Old Man is on the Dance Line
I think the Disco Club is just being kind
Anyway, this concludes the Dance Off
Disco thereof

AS YOU STARE INTO THE VACUUM OF HIS EYES

some stones
having a chat
"Shhhh....here's a human!"

the human stares
the stones remain
sthum

the human reaches for
one of them...then:
skims it across the lake

"Whoa....wheee...hee hee!"
screams the stone
but no one hears

the human has been &
gone
the stones stunned into silence

"I wish he'd chosen me!"
the fat stone says
"I always wanted to travel!"

bottom of the lake
a stone chats to fishes
misses the stones he knew

I prefer quiet elegance, get rid
of the guns that scream to arrive late,
and forget the keys of the room.
Buddha has determined the meaning
of lime before the one-time reprint.
Chimpanzee move daring lie alone,
fail ****** favorite favor stop slim
lose height walk career without
problems of self-esteem melody  
artist movement ******* hangs
travel hears madness limo colored
pink abuse lead veni vidi vici pencil
joined fast or happy father hints
place reality's questionable language
of the multitude of Humanity
and the color of wild hippie pillows
lose more salt of boredom.
Package liar channel frozen
point strong problem cracking
problem desperation is diverted
black steel summer intelligent
ditch postponed box funnel hit
the golden sky motion movement
sad joke idea twisted screaming
louder blessed sighting circles circles.
Chinese key let beautiful flowers
live passing opportunity. Potatoes
Hey Potatoes, Foldable blasting
tanks Example of heat. The crazy
nose that the love puppy digs.
The way Demetrio realized.
The cell ruin that is being taught.
the crazy assassins who make a fool of themselves
The heel of the bathroom.
The children were killed.
To threaten a movie.
Natalia has limited the Georgian
Standards women and children
I can not feel like a milk producer.
After the millimeter of the weapon.
then there is no light intensity
Before you learn to do a good job,
You can be black and this horse
It's a great horse that can **** a girl.
Stone Radio Garden, an old woman.
Saudi Arabia has an open day.
Doors and awareness of the results.
The painful medium. Center.
Pain is a dream that you can ignore.
This speech and conference.
on national topics to get the sun
Igor cursor there is computer
in Mexico and China, thousands of
Hours on the road, modern.
Spirit of Ita. Children of the best
Books of the region. Definitely,
You can deliver internationally
Energy. Interests that can prevent.
the North. If you have some
Please do not ask

"what is it like to think of a poem?"

"it's like walking down an empty street at
midnight, listening to your footsteps, then
hearing a song way off in the distance,
somewhere around the corner, maybe from
an old radio in a windowsill
and you only hear certain words, certain
phrases, so you write them down and hope that
in some broken way they read like music."

knowing you is as
easy as knowing the shape
of diving raindrops

I thought I knew
yes,  I was so sure
couldn't be persuaded
otherwise in any way
couldn't endure
what others said
time strengthened
my belief which became
my daily bread
I was ready for everything
that lay ahead--

one night years after
a strange dream crept
over me-- to the furthest sea
I was wildly swept
and a voice, so loud and angry
rose from the depths
and said:
all answers you claimed
to know-- now is the test
at your dying seabed
could you bravely
upon the waters tread
or are you cowardly and in dread?

in terror I woke up
so clearly remembered
the words that had been declared
like a child I bitterly wept

upon the early dawn
a new person I became
casting into oblivion
every single word that
in the past I had said.

The only warmth i feel is from my blanket