Within the room she sat, lined of wood and paint,
Did the sun highlight her emerald eyes and her pursed lips.
Whispering her lies
Of I and her, dates long over, kisses lasting forever.
once this energy has been shared, it will last.
Of future words striking light upon times past,
So let me lay, listen and love, this angel carried by heavens
Dove.

You, lonely eyes, have accompanied me through
The destruction of worlds,
The dreary plague crying constant sad.

You, flower upon wood, flow free of your own mind.
And for this I love your folded ears,
Your growls flaming a soft smile.

Within this finite feeling rolls mothers tears, growing
Quite continuous stirring in the summer
Rays; yet I have no control, no thought paroled.

Parrots upon the screens I watch, as real as the day is dead,
You, lost soul, envy the phony,
The rich in money, but poor in dignity.

Graceful I lay, bout the grass, stretching shade
Along my limbs, the life line I call upon, from joy to blade.
Grey sorrow flicks my nerve
Streaming flight with grace so near
Ghosts of my deeds often done
Crawl of grave reeking tears
Burning minds infinite run.

So green again turns a glamorous white, dancing upon itself,
As the sky meets earth, sleeping along the horizon.
The grass has perished, but dreams flaming in ash live,
A spruce standing of pride below the north star.
And time has swung selflessness in the bitter, calling forgive!
Let fly smiles of joy, a rhapsody folly with life.
To fret in thought of inked paper, rests below thought in mind,
as persistent beauty calls faux a changing tide.
And too does the tide seize, with blades etching abstract within,
the cover it crouches below, breathing a gentle glow;
Below the constant moon, wishing me happy from my window sill.

The continuous lively hood
Of the street corner.
Cars twisting about the brick,
Honking songs of anger.
Littered shakes calling friendship,
Oh
How I envy!
A maze made of pale blue
Hanging over heads
Of the shakes.
But I do
Not,
Wish to escape this abyss.
I have been so dreaming of it.
Dreaming stars upon  
Glass,
And the puddle lining stone.
Intricate lay her solemn head
At my feet.
For
I,
Stale among the standing,
Release a smile within these
Walls.

That break in brick, layered
Upon grass,
Grew swift and strong,
Blew in rift ever wrong.
At my feet to the crown of
My head,
Gentle gloom cast on leaves
Bored dead,
Papers crying fire nigh,
Fork words of a years lie.