She held her glass up high to the wind ( Read more... )

AHHHHHHHHA,
This something young
She's born of you
you know
Oh, sweet melodulus breath.
I won't wait to meet you again.
There is this something writing for something.
The bricks lay deep in penetrating rings.
Come now,
Come now home.
Supper's on, it won't be long.
Dinner's wrong in sins of truth.
Take back songs their wings are proof.
Fruit.

Did you see the sun ( Read more... )

I dreamt up this angry self. She combated many feelings and tried not to self. When that didn't work, She made up someone to yell at... a reason to yell. What aloof. Many things still create anger. This is not a perfect World? Ofcourse we forget. And we tangle together for we forget we are one.

I feel stuffed like a letter being sent to the queen. She'll read it hopefully and know just what to bring. When I collapse to the floor from exhauted open pores. She'll see me to the door and cover me strong, so that I may never fall once more. For fuck sakes we are angry. The lover's bite the core. My little child's weeping for the future ( Read more... )

This is a blessed renewal of all that is on it's way to becoming. Does this sound bring dome lesser cunning tugs of war with you heart of follie and sisters hold ( Read more... )

aBERFOIL, DOES THAT MEAN ANYTHING? qUIET. sHE DOVES YOU LIKE A SMALL BABY. lOOK AT THESE SMALL HANDS MADE FOR GLASS TEETERS. jESUS, i VERY RARELY USE THIS NAME. cOULD HEAVEN MOVE IN NEXT DOOR? i WOULD UNDERSTAND ALL THE WAYS TO FEEL. wAKING UP COMES IN LIKE A WAVE AND SUCKS IT ALL BACK AGAIN. i'M tRUE. aRE YOU? i LOVE HER. sHE REMINDS ME OF YOU. ( Read more... )

Scratch that one lie down

For it's swiftness saunders.

Watch that brick like a stoney slip of ashes,

Fall to porn bags.

That scab bled before the injury could call me.

Fingerstyle Fred removes jam from his Yard stick.

Something's wrong,

This worth results in unwed

Pastors of glorified mums on the floors,

Pleading for a garnoir.

Shopping ( Read more... )

Self shown up to clocks talking trees into living as well. Peole living closely to proving all of time was gone. Feeling absolutely like reading you is a song above. Coming down to words that leave so much out ( Read more... )

          There is really so much to feel in this world.

At times when our hearts need to bleed open it is a blessing to have a friend there. I hope for all beings who choose to have a companion     in this life, receive that company. It is a great reminder of our unity which is an entirely miraculous and profound thing.

At ( Read more... )