To express my love concisely would be speaking imprecisely. A pleasing design my full bodied wine. So, divine? Entice me! Should you try resisting advance and take no other amorous chance, I'll fall to my knees and scream to the breeze all my pleas for your glance
The striped suit of a bumble-bee gets dry cleaned special at no fee by the old field mouse. He lives in a blouse, by the house, near the sea The frigid tide shuffles away once, twice, or even thrice a day. But mouse doesn't mind for he knows the sign that clouds kindly made grey.
Let me blindfold your soul so you can't see the eyes of the night staring back at us as we fuck in the frenzied technicolor of a thousand starry nights…
Soon you will be washed upon the sands of time as a memory left on the tongue tips of the angels left behind. Your physical form will be gradually reborn from the glistening teardrops we’ll cry in chorus as your body is bid to the eternal dust. You’ll slip into the arms of family through the gap of our knowing and feeling; welcomed and soothed by the same loving presence you too once grieved. All the fear you feel in the shallows of this vast ocean will no longer matter as you begin to drift between the folding waves of a final sleep. Goodbyes won’t be whispered into the sea, but the thickening mist will nod, on my behalf, that we’ll meet again someday.
Ecstasy drips like hot wax. Can you bear the pain? What’s my name?
Your mind is already closed. Can you still hear me? Are you here?
nature n u r t u r e s man
man f e a r s death
death c h a s e s life
man e x p l o i t s nature
life k i l l s man
nature r e c e i v e s man
death l o v e s nature
Student b e l i e v e s teacher
Student q u e s t i o n s teacher
Student c h a l l e n g e s teacher
Razor blade eyes graze deep in the sin Exposing the tarnished rust underneath Dead layers of poison blushed rosy skin. Relive Each Day Remorse slathers its thick tongue against Every inch of your grimacing, paling face. Detached enough to only feel the spite. Regret Every Decision Rehearse the pleas for mercy at the sight of Extraction devices seeking to remove the Decaying truth from the depths of your memory. Recognise Empty Deeds Realise that the crimson wound in your chest Echoes with the wishes that you had started Dying before you stopped the others from living.
For war, Word or ward Odor of war Draw forward. Do for war A wood arrow draw Or wood oar Draw forward. Word of war Roar raw ward Offroad or radar Draw forward.
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