This is like a rattlesnake,
announcing itself with a characteristic motif.
The is no mistaking a rattlesnake for what it is,
It mesmerises the naive,
...
Just a glance
I turned my head
perfect and beautiful
...
Overconsideration rose to cordial ignorance,
lies never,
but the passion of passion which passion endows,
now diverging,
...
Is one sufficient?
Or is multiplicity the goal?
one perfect form?
or many without soul?
...
To be bound to prose,
or poetry;
to have something as important as your message.... your mood
not for me, that isn't for me,
...
What is my sentence Judge?
A life of introspection?
Or a marriage to discomfort?
Decide what you will
...
Rhyme pushes,
manipulates my words,
twists my message!
...
An unripened pear,
tossed into the decaying,
sweetens,
ripens,
...