A cool line
The planets ride their exploding horses to that ballroom. That moony forever ballroom.
Their cataclysmic horses their epic noses heaving and breathing to the ballroom.
The giant swirling horses race through the half dark half light half sugary delight The planet’s fingers are one hundred tons of roses on the reins
At the ballroom big as years the planets dance and drink and sit. They play and chase each other and laugh and smoke. They wear fiery pants or shiny gassy shoes. They wear starry hats or rolling hilly sleeves.
At the ball Saturn loves Neptune. He loves her blues and greens. He loves her everything.
I don’t know what else to write.
A cool line
The planets ride their exploding horses to that ballroom. That moony forever ballroom.
Their cataclysmic horses their epic noses heaving and breathing to the ballroom.
The giant swirling horses race through the half dark half light half sugary delight The planet’s fingers are one hundred tons of roses on the reins
At the ballroom big as years the planets dance and drink and sit. They play and chase each other and laugh and smoke. They wear fiery pants or shiny gassy shoes. They wear starry hats or rolling hilly sleeves.
At the ball Saturn loves Neptune. He loves her blues and greens. He loves her everything.
A cool line
The planets ride their exploding horses to that ballroom. That moony forever ballroom.
Their cataclysmic horses their epic noses heaving and breathing to the ballroom.
The giant swirling horses race through the half dark half light half sugary delight The planet’s fingers are one hundred tons of roses on the reins
A cool line
The planets ride their exploding horses to that ballroom. That moony forever ballroom.
Their cataclysmic horses their epic noses heaving and breathing to the ballroom.
A cool line
The planets ride their exploding horses to that ballroom. That moony forever ballroom.
Encased in morning
All this wood
It shines for you
Rough and tumble
Like a bomb
This is trafalgar
and I the speculum
I of velvet tongue
Leaping into her wake
A thousand cries
In tantric thighs
Yet still I am awake
Creshendoed
On the angry breast of love
Born into mirrors
Reflections of beauty mating
I calibrate these Roses
Just for you
Every vision of life
I want to see them in yoru eyes
Every little death
I want to feel them in your thighs
Ice cream window ice cream skin orange blue ice cream light with the eyes of magic Ice cream twinkling squeaking wheels what a pretty sight and the square all romancing below with people just being ants and the curls being frizzy on the girl’s head. Sea side ship a place for pea hide flip.
“A beautiful narrative interrupted in a series of despondent moments, she stands firmly in a life proudly chosen. Besotted with a peacefulness to silence rage with healing and grace. In a gentle sea of pale crystalline blue, you will search amidst the jagged and jaded pieces as others often do. If you listen closely his words were written in the quiet of a gentle storm, it is a tragedy I no longer dwell in anymore. A heavenly memoir handcrafted by the Alpha and Omega, he whispered through the corridors and from beneath dusty floorboards. To be softly transmuted, she stepped before a closed casket. It was beneath the weight of love her delicate figure collapsed lightly into his mother’s vulnerability. In it a love was revealed nonchalantly in the distance from heartbreak to healing”.
The Alpha & Omega
“A delicate body broken and bruised,
Buried beneath the weight of the truth,
So, she placed her trust into loving arms,
A beautiful soul who’s never done her harm.
With an angel by her side, the heavens softly cried,
A peaceful wind whispers over a familiar grave,
I was a quiet storm that would ignite a vengeful rage,
His love for me will leave an unforgiving taste.
Together we walk over a blanket of glistening snow,
I will be the ghost beside you where ever you roam,
Gentle as the winter wind, behind you the door quietly closed”The Heavens Softly Cried