theres no use in being civil to the beautiful things
when good triumphs over evil on a vampire's wings
and no time for alliance with heavenly blessings
because society is reliant on happiness they bring
eyelids are spread wide drinking in all the light
the shorebound sit aside for power lies in flight
above clouds, below ground places where cold's found
frictional heat is profound moaning without a sound
we are all alone together, twin fetuses grow apart
1000 lbs of feathers will crush the strongest heart
and yet in this simplicity it is easier for me to breath
single in my duplicity, harder for Layman to conceive
impossibilities reach high, from the ant hills there
it's difficult to deny, when I must grin and bear
the beauty that confronts, all underneath the sun
acrimonious and blunt, all I want is to be one
with it, and all it is, and everything that I wanted
metaphoric bliss, only the heart and mind responded
start the binding grips, before it leaves your lips
Jack Frost begins to nip, numbed by his Acid Trips
even winter is affected by the harmonious night
black stallions defected, sick of all and every slight
appalled in every light, to tell their foreign tale
you can have my sight, but my soul is not for sale

Her Beauty Passed Me By, And I Forgot To Even Try



werd up, varenizzle!
(oh God I'm tired)

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis