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It's a beautiful day when it's bornThe clouds are ripe and leaking blood
Trickling edgeward in the shelves of the sky
Black as sin and four times as vulnerable
But my, what a beautiful night we've expected it to be.
Swelling into light, a sparkle unbroken that
shatters the air around it into focus, attention
For the growth has just begun even though
The minds of the goddesses are all the more impure.
A cruel gesture that they try for, limbs wilting and
pouring sifting air sinews, hair coiling around the thing
Poor lips pursed open as they should be, dense
Until she upper heart compresses, a mad dance for freedom.
The sky lets it sick, lets it sop all the endeavor
According to the winding caress of the fingers
Not so gentle, disproportionate to be believed and
In my nature, a swallow that should remain vile and turned.
No.I will not respect
For condemning the Earth
When she bears fruit
But knows not how to soar.
I will not listen to
For stealing all such attention
So the Whisper it was born
Is no longer heard.
I will not acknowledge
For claiming it is the source of shade
While the Sun that beams behind it
Is truly to thank.
I will not feel
Until I can be sure that
My Feet not only grace the Earth,
But also the Sky.
Whispering somethings to a flowerThere are a lot of beings in this world, flower,
And I have trouble believing in any of them--
But not in you.
Showing me plainly what life is all about,
Supported by your incredibly lean stem
Leafing here and there.
I think I see your face when I lay eyes on your
Petals--soft color strokes, but I know that
Only masks are beautiful.
And yet this is how I am taught to believe
Teaching myself that purity exists
Precariously in striving.
When I drink, when I smoke, when I walk in the cold
I look to that girl who had long blonde hair
A flower too--some how, some way.
All I want you to know is that, you're my trust, flower.
There is nothing so strong as your idea
My own as well.
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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