lets get on with it...
Prisms, a prison of confusion
Lights bending, blending into an art of pure
dances.
Waltzing, to the beat of silence
careful to watch our steps,
careful to watch, watch the eyes of the other cat across the field
The slit eyes pierce like a thread through a needle
it floats aimless
curls, loops and bows to the master
the weaver,
a tailor of hearts,
clubs, diamonds spades
spades to dig
a grave of love.
grave
the affair of love.
let the cauldron of my heart boil over.
poisoned apples causes sleep, to take my love, my sweeeeet away, away
into the light, beyond the heavens.
The lights, nay, not stars nor moon nor sun,
nor what the Gods can fabricate.
Speak, Pan, divine painter !
No longer i Demand of the gods but they now shall demand of ME !
I create!
Painting a picturesque scene, a montage of brown and red
ere the sun rise, i fade into blissful madness,
bended and contorted into a glass box.
Ah the common love, is nothing just a bumper sticker pasted on
with the hot glue.
I hurl at this. with great disdain, My goddess, my cupid a common love is a foolish thing !
I'ld rather be compressed, inward, pressed on every side
and pour out the wine, within my soul
soulish wine, a narcissistic desire.
Mock mock his shadow, my shadow mocks at me.
i do not control it, it does not feel.
like my gemini twin, a split, of spirit soul and body
float, astrally above, my dismembered body.
Let it be imposed, magnified, diminished,
and I alone remain remain, the Bohemian that i am
let life be cruel, let life pass, let it play with the spaces in my mind
so be it,
as it can only be,
c'est la vie, c'est amore.
ok done... good grief ! what a mess ... haha i am one confused collection of feelings ... lost confused and bewitched mind and soul.
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