

EarthStructure indeed held down by a weed; roots, a man enwrapped, cannot come to bat.Earth
Water drowns those who flow into such a ground that indeed is under the plow of my fathering mound.
One will never know because demons and angels crow like the birds who with words or water or surgical slurs can only be one who is not absurd.


You and I.In all the world there has never been a grander scheme than that of my own I've walked the world in two steps from the birth of my soul till the end of my body And I sit, or perhaps I lie Floating between those who care and those indifferentYou and I.
A band aid for the unwilling it becomes a truth that my land, which I call life
has torn and though I know no need other than to see what has become I only, blind to the fact or facts, am.
Accept those who care and those who don't and those who pretend Oh, Oh, for I see the land of white beyond. But is white the color of truth? or is it just a


TeleologicalSuspensionofEthicsRighteous is He, following me He tells me to be.... the giver of the divine - screw the mindTeleologicalSuspensionofEthics
A heathen, she be, following me I need free her mind - show her a time. Heaven brought down -
in fright she bites and claws, in time, she'll lie unflawed.
A heathen, he be, following me I need free his mind - show him a time.
Heaven brought down - In fright he runs - I jump from the bed.... while his mom lay dead; unflawed in her head.
I shot the kid with some lead, while he fled. He now lays dead; unflawed in the head!
And in my plight I


roses are redroses are red violets are blue all angels in heaven soon demons like youroses are red


having nothing else to sayThe American mind thinks raison dêtre with some difficulty. Adds and takes away symbols. Wishes the whole thing was Gaelic anyway. Or something else, less intimate, less sugge- stive. Meanwhile, the Spanish are getting restless, wi- shing for lips and people to kiss them with, for hands and people to hold, for teeth and people to bite, and the French think we should all go to lunch, maybe talk about it over cheese and wine and chocolate. And  having nothing else to say
My English isn't that good so I hope I made myself clear :/
thanks for faving!
i'll try to read some of your poetry when it isn't 2:44 in the morning^^
greetz
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"Artists are a lot like gangsters. They both know that the official version, the one everyone else belives, is a lie."
"It was only fantasy. The wall was too high, as you can see. No matter how he tried, he could not break free. And the worms ate into
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