Sitting in the dark
you look at me
as I wander on
along the lonely street,
Shadows of the moon
follow me
as they make me detest certainity;
Half a penny
is my time's worth
as empty dreams trouble me,
The trees they sway
to a tune unknown
I follow it
even as I bemoan.
Your love
my loss
kindles in a smokey street
alone
where I walk
as if half in ecstasy...
2 comments:
"where I walk
as if half in ecstasy" touch!
u seem to be too infrequent in postin these days.
High, girl!
While I realize my penname is quite morbid, yet,
you shall find in our blogs a gobba (subliminal) moxie
which has taken this mortal sinner yeeeeers to compile:
I lay it ALL out for you, dear - neet-o, packaged, concise
(gotta lotta poetry, too).
Nevertheless, wouldn’t ya love an endless eternity
of aplomBombs falling on thy indelible cranium?
An XtraXcitinXpose with no
zooillogical-expiration-date,
with an IQ much higher than K2,
and an extraordinarily, anti-establishment victory??
Here’s what the exquisite, prolific GODy sed
(with an excellent bullshot detector):
“Faith, hope, and love,
the greatest of these is love -
jump into faith...
and you'll see with love”
Doesn’t matter if you don’t believe (what I write);
God believes in you.
Meet me Upstairs, girl, where the Son never goes down
from a passionate, prolific iconoclasm where you’ll find
nonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsX… of
deluxe-HTTP [<- pi] opportunities for excitement BTW.
Do it. Do the deed, dude. Sign into the Big House.
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