WHERE LOVE LEARNS NO MORE
Where Love learns no more
two serpents crawling twine
one midnight black another
luminous wizardy white
entangled fanged bedazzled
circled by ultra violet rays
ultra red Sun the One
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Bless each palo verde bloom –
Those cuplets kissed by the sun
My vision wants to consume
That thus have raptured my love.
See how they speckle the tree
With a burst of yellow bright
And upon the branches flit
By the wind that blows nigh –
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Many a girl dreams of enchanting beauty,
But beauty is not a dream to fulfill.
If your heart and soul are but pure,
All envious eyes will fall ill.
Stand not bewildered my lady,
Your true beauty lies within.
Look around and accept your creation,
......
The entire world is in our back pockets.
Our perceived worth is in the other.
Condensed into a hand-size machine, everything humanity has ever seen. My head aches as technology abuses my brain chemistry.
My eyes burn from blue light, consumed by the escape. Interesting how our race is so distant, yet all in the same place.
This is not self-harm, but we are harming ourselves.
Our friends, foes, futures, and forsaken mental health.
In the other pocket, a piece of metal framed in colored plastic. With or without it, might determine our health and lavish.
A medium between what we have and what we owe. A representation of our will in the form of an 8 to 12 digit code.
......
Corrugated, rusted metal.
Copper oxide hooks
Dig in, pulling skin, drawing long, red smiles.
Red is better than false in any sense.
These tetanoid chains will not loosen their grip!
It’s no use fighting
The chains seem to be the only metal
That remains un-eroded.
......
WHERE LOVE LEARNS NO MORE
Where Love learns no more
two serpents crawling twine
one midnight black another
luminous wizardy white
entangled fanged bedazzled
circled by ultra violet rays
ultra red Sun the One
......
Many a girl dreams of enchanting beauty,
But beauty is not a dream to fulfill.
If your heart and soul are but pure,
All envious eyes will fall ill.
Stand not bewildered my lady,
Your true beauty lies within.
Look around and accept your creation,
......
Corrugated, rusted metal.
Copper oxide hooks
Dig in, pulling skin, drawing long, red smiles.
Red is better than false in any sense.
These tetanoid chains will not loosen their grip!
It’s no use fighting
The chains seem to be the only metal
That remains un-eroded.
......
A needle pulling thread; “pull it over itself,” “See the ‘X’?”
Pierce the perforated white
Pull it through, form the-
A wonky ‘W’ shape manifests in the firelight.
But I’ll get it someday, when I find the patience to.
A simple stick-figure becomes a pixel-art drop of dew
Becomes a vibrant landscape.
A world of thread and crosses.
......
The entire world is in our back pockets.
Our perceived worth is in the other.
Condensed into a hand-size machine, everything humanity has ever seen. My head aches as technology abuses my brain chemistry.
My eyes burn from blue light, consumed by the escape. Interesting how our race is so distant, yet all in the same place.
This is not self-harm, but we are harming ourselves.
Our friends, foes, futures, and forsaken mental health.
In the other pocket, a piece of metal framed in colored plastic. With or without it, might determine our health and lavish.
A medium between what we have and what we owe. A representation of our will in the form of an 8 to 12 digit code.
......