slenderblade

Torch to torch to scorch and scorch for fire's hot and can't be burned the blaze conflates though nothing's learned. Glazz for glazz, death for death the body pile plentieth, walk upon each others necks to strain and break those chellovecks. Then elephantly stomp them off like cal that simply just won't doff. Who be thou? No droog to me thou didst sin so unto thee I cause the same calamity! Instead of sin I take a bow (in)justice of a coward cow. Relieve them of their right to be burdened with morality; normality...? And so we say- let them decay and let them fear but never ever let them near. No brother true, though dying too transparent as

       betwixt the eye of the storm and the shorelines of paradise                       the sand of a thousand dreams gently casts its net                  its caster fixed with a golden crown of hopes                                  and none of these are unreachable,                                      and none of these are lies,  what was once a wall is now a lean-to                  it is not difficult to overcome,                         but rather making the decision to do so             thrice the lines have made themselves known                     don't leave them calling back                                          

Intricate lines wrought From your mind to mine My delicate simplicity A smattering of roses and tears Finding comfort in each other Familiarity in our works Friendly affection And so much patience For each others forgetfulness You are the one I turn to For advice when no one listens Always a hug to spare Warm thoughts and a cup of tea For you I wish You'll have many more years of laughter Of joy and friendly banter No harm may come your way I'll share with you the light I have When all else might be dark With open arms and an open mind We both will speak and listen And may you write All those intricate lines Reach into hearts and minds

do you dream of the way your hands sing, soft as violins, vivid & wild? do you wake up to the sun playing hopscotch on your floor? knowing all of this is yours, all of this is you: glimmering and golden, the heart of july. and so i can only call you summer child and nothing else anymore, nothing less than that - nothing less lively than the wild of summer, amalgam of burning and dark, the nurture and scorch, resurrection in rain, the sound of wind swaying grass soft as violins. do you sink into warmth like water and remember yourself? swimming lily, swan-necked, storm-eyed, precious enough to turn rain into pearls, days into poetry. sho